Dylan's smile broadened slightly, a satisfied glint in his eye. "Now you're talking like a professional."
"First," Dylan said, holding up a finger as he stepped closer to Nathan, "your gang days are over. You no longer answer to anyone else, nor do you go around extorting people or picking fights. You report directly to me."
"That's fine by me!" Joe blurted out instantly, eager to secure his survival. "I was sick of the gang life anyway! All we did was get bossed around by Darren!"
Having found the opportunity, Ethan wanted to protest and spoke out, squirming against his ropes and clutching his mangled, swollen fingers against his chest. "Wait, wait! I was just tortured here! There's no way I'm going to agree-"
"Oh, so you would like to die then?" Dylan asked, tilting his head slightly, his tone dropping into a freezing chill that instantly froze the air around them.
