DEAN
“What did you just say you did?” Maverick asked me, his face awash with anger. I wondered why he was angry, even when I was helping him do what he was supposed to do.
“Scaring them a little.” I shrugged and casually strolled to the bar at his dining. I really needed a drink, after all the stress I had gone through earlier. I had especially loved all the expressions that showed on Colton’s face, like a Netflix movie trailer. Yes, it was a trailer, because the movie hadn’t started yet. I poured myself some scotch, without ice.
“Why are you trying to bury us alive?” I didn’t even turn to look at the man speaking from behind me. The only thing he could do, was talk. And I on the other hand, could do whatever I liked.
I emptied the contents of the cup, in one gulp and closed my eyes as
