Zane’s POV

Was Dave Scott a clown truly? Or he was trying to put up an act?

“You think a knife is going to scare me?” I said in a cold and steady voice. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

He pressed the blade harder and I could feel his hands trembling from the knife he had pressed to my neck. “You don’t know what you’re messing with, Caruso. I’ll kill you if I have to.”

“Go ahead,” I replied lazily. I had already wasted more than enough time with the son of a bitch. “Do it. But killing me won’t change anything. Belle’s already gone, and no matter...