The trap
3 days later *Dylan* The dim light of the bar casts long shadows, and the pulse of the music vibrates through my bones. I sit at a table in the corner, the clinking of glasses and the murmur of laughter surrounding me, but I’m only half-present. My mind whirls with the conversation I had with LZ, Tom, and Zac two days ago. I had kept my father out of it, knowing he would be die-hard against it, I had hoped the guys would get it, but they shut down my plan before I could even finish laying it out. “It’s too dangerous, Dylan. You don’t know what he’s capable of,” Tom had said, his voice laced with fatherly concern. “It’s reckless,” Zac added. “Things like that always goes sideways and you’ll just end up getting hurt.” Even LZ, my rock, had sided with them. “We can find another way. Yo
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