Adam had changed in those three years. He was broader now, his frame filled with the raw power of an alpha, his body inked with tattoos that even a shirt couldn’t fully hide. His face carried the same arrogant confidence, but colder, sharper—like a man who had seen too much and lost his patience for mercy.
He picked up a pair of pruning shears, letting the steel glint in the low light.
“Danny, do you know what is this?” he asked casually.
“Adam…” Daniel’s voice cracked. “Please. I’ll pay you back. I just need time.”
“Time?” Adam smirked. “Fine. I’ll give you time. But I need guarantees. I need to be sure you won’t gamble my money away again.”
“I swear, I’ll never touch cards again,” Daniel promised desperately.
“Funny,” Adam said, tilting his head. “I’ve heard that before.”
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