"Oh, brother…oh my big brother. Why do I sense we are after the same thing?" Alvin said, struggling against the chair he was tied to as Dylan entered.
Dylan stared at him, his expression hard and unreadable. The situation made him speechless at the moment or perhaps he didn't want to react at the time because if he did, he was going to be jailed for murder.
There were too many things to achieve. And Dylan had no intentions of destroying that huge victory by killing the piece of sh*t that sat across from him.
"Are you contemplating on getting rid of me yourself or delegating it, big brother?" At the mention of brother, Dylan shot a sharp glance at him. Although he tried to stay put, the veins on his neck did nothing to hide the anger boiling through his veins.
He touched his woman, he f*cken touched his woman, he made him a liar, and then, worst, he was going to work with her. Not this time, Dylan shook his head, this time, this bastard wouldn't win under his watch.
