Joseph's stare drilled into Zoe's back, boring for the kill shot.
She went rigid, phone crushed in her grip. "David, you blanking on your origin story? Without me, you'd still be dumpster-diving."
Threat hung thick—sweet poison.
David? Called her bluff. "Ha, Zoe, we tip the hat for the saves, yeah? Grateful and all. But thanks don't buy body bags. Whole Galathia Town's wise—Joseph's a straight-up psycho. You sold it: he's yours now, Gina's chopped liver. That's our green light to prune your rival. Recall? One-Eye had your tail in his jaws. We flipped the script—fed him Gina's dimwit pup brother instead. No switcheroo? You'd be ghosting from the other side."
Line dropped, and Joseph's skull detonated—boom.
Shawn, gift-wrapped for the wolves!
"Who you yapping with?" His voice cracked f
