At that moment, hearing what he just said, Oliver's entire body froze, as though the world itself had stopped moving. The name that left the man's mouth echoed in his ears, cutting deeper than any blade ever could.
William, his brother.
Then Oliver's breath hitched, a strange mixture of disbelief and rising fury twisting inside his chest. Again his grip on the boss's shirt tightened until the fabric strained, veins bulging in his forearm as he dragged the man closer, his voice low and trembling with barely restrained anger.
"Don't play with me," Oliver said through his gritted teeth. His tone was so cold it made the air feel heavier around them.
"You'd better pray you're not lying. Because if I find out you're just trying to turn me against my brother… if this is some pathetic trick to save your skin…" He leaned in so close the boss could feel his breath. "…I will make sure you don't walk out of here alive. Do you understand me?"
