DYLAN’S POV
A low groan escaped my lips as I dabbed my swollen chin with a cube of ice. I took a swig of whiskey as I dabbed.
Tiny drops of liquid trickled down my arm, but I didn't seem to care, all I wanted was for the excruciating pain to disappear.
“You shouldn't have struggled with them, this was all supposed to be a harmless warning, do you know why? Because I still consider you to be my brother, Dylan.” one of Adrian's lap dog voices rang in my ears again. He said that after dumping me at the roadside.
I took another swig to drown the pain and memories.
Because he still considered me to be his brother? I scoffed.
Brothers don't send men after their brothers.
It all began after I had gone out to meet with my secret client, on my way. A van pulled up on me, it double-crossed
