Dominic stared at Julian with cold eyes, sneering. “When you first got here, you didn't have a hair on your ass. Now you're a Group Leader and you think you can pull that desperado act with me? You think I'm scared? Even if the department gave you a license to kill, I doubt you'd have the guts to do anything.”
“Brother Dominic, do you know why you'll only ever be Marcus Vale's lapdog?” Julian reached out and tapped Dominic on the chest. “Because your vision is too small. You're so used to being a dog that you've forgotten how to think like a master. At your level, do I even need to risk my life to fight you? My friend who killed Grant Vale isn't dead yet. Do you believe me if I say he might suddenly come back one day and pay you a visit at dinner?”
Dominic’s heart skipped a beat. He knew
