Chapter 182- David 2.0
DECLAN'S POV
Over my dead body would I do that."
That's what he said to me—like some kind of hero in a cheap movie. He spat on the ground, his half hand twitching like it still had something to prove.
I took a step forward, staring straight into his eyes. "Yes. Yes, David. Over your dead fucking body."
My voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. It was low, sharp, and full of something I hadn't felt in a long time—pure rage.
"Because you are going to die. And I'm going to make damn sure of it."
He didn't flinch. Not even a blink. It pissed me off more.
He really thought I was joking. Like this was a game. Like I was still the same man who used to walk away when things got heated. Not anymore.
I took a deep breath and turned around. Walked back to my car with slow, heavy steps. I opened the door, tossed the gun on the passenger seat, and came out with my hands empty—no weapon, nothing.
Let them see it. Let them think I came unarmed.
