Zane’s POV
Was Dave Scott a clown truly? Or he was trying to put up an act?
“You think a knife is going to scare me?” I said in a cold and steady voice. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”
He pressed the blade harder and I could feel his hands trembling from the knife he had pressed to my neck. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, Caruso. I’ll kill you if I have to.”
“Go ahead,” I replied lazily. I had already wasted more than enough time with the son of a b***h. “Do it. But killing me won’t change anything. Belle’s already gone, and no matter what you do, you can’t force her to come back.”
I felt his grip tightened on the knife for a split second, then followed closely by the familiar dance of hesitation in his eyes.
I chuckled softly, knowing how infuriating that would
