Fifty two

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 what you do, you can’t force her to come back.”

I felt his grip tightened on the knife for a split second, then followed closely by the familiar dance of hesitation in his eyes.

I chuckled softly, knowing how infuriating that would sound, but I still chuckled even louder. “You’re not going to do it, are you? You don’t have the balls.”

“I just don’t want to get your dirty blood on my hands,” He replied through gritted teeth.

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