Maddox POV
“You kill me, and you’ll never know the truth about Ryder,” she said, her voice sharp and trembling.
My hands shook so hard the gun nearly slipped. My chest tightened, breath uneven. “Argh… f**k it,” I muttered under my breath, the words cracking.
I forced my steps forward, each one heavier than the last, until I stood over Dunlop’s dead boy. A bitter smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, though it felt more like a mask than anything real.
I bent slightly, pressing the cold barrel against his head. My finger tightened on the trigger, but then a thought cut through the haze.
You’re already a suspect for drug dealing. This mess is going to bring the cops swarming. You can’t make this look like murder. You’ll have to prove it was self-defense.
The thought clung harder than
