Davina's POV
I stood next to Chase, words burning in my throat but refusing to come out. So much I wanted to say, so much I needed to scream at him, yet I had no clue where to begin.
What was the point anyway.
Chase wouldn't listen. His entire world centered around pushing and moving drugs.
I looked at him again, studying the deep lines carved into his face by years of bad decisions that brought us both to this breaking point.
"You realize that sweet little business of yours will either get you murdered or get us all killed," I finally said.
Chase let out a harsh laugh, completely humorless. "That's assuming Will Jenkin doesn't eliminate us first," he said, staring out the window at something far beyond my view.
My heart lurched.
Will Jenkin's name alone sent chills through this entire town—a man who built his reputation on destruction and fear.
I searched Chase's face desperately. Was Will still hunting him down over what went down with his son Barnaby?
