Bentley stared at David for a long moment, the confession settling heavily between them, thickening the air on the rooftop. The distant hum of the city, the faint bass of the club’s music below—it all faded as the weight of David’s words lingered. Bentley’s expression was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the cold edge in his eyes.
“More money?” Bentley’s voice was low, dangerous. “That’s what this is about? Blackmailing your own brother because you wanted more money?”
David shifted uncomfortably under Bentley’s intense gaze. His bravado, already crumbling, shattered entirely as he was forced to confront the truth of what he’d done. He had nothing left but desperation and shame, and it showed in the way his shoulders slumped, in the way he looked anywhere but at Bentley’s piercing e
