At that moment Zane gave a low, cold chuckle that echoed slightly off the walls of the warehouse.
Then he tilted his head and ran a hand over his jaw slowly, as if trying to grasp the full comedy of what he'd just heard.
"So… this was never just about me, huh?" he muttered, his voice laced with sharp mockery. "It was about the Byson family the whole time."
He looked up again, his eyes dark and unreadable as he shifted his weight slightly on one leg.
"I thought you idiots were just playing tough. Freelancing. Trying to score some street cred by grabbing the wrong guy. But no… turns out you're dogs on a leash. Biting for scraps."
At that moment he let out a small, slow breath and looked around the room again.
"And from what I've seen so far," he said, tone now razor sharp, "you're all just making the greatest mistake of your lives."
Upon hearing what Zane just said, The gang members started to murmur. Tension thickened.
