Sean Quinn lit a cigarette. After blowing out a cloud of smoke, he gave Quentin Rowe a placid look. He slowly raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and chuckled. It was a strange smile. "My explanation is this: I don't much like being controlled. The moment you decided to use me, you should have considered that I might just take you down with me... As of today, your good times are over."
Quentin Rowe's expression faltered at Sean's confidence. But then he remembered the situation was completely under his control and laughed along. "What, still dreaming? Mr. Quinn of the Quinn Family is nothing special after all."
Sean Quinn raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You have to have dreams. What if they come true?"
"Fine. Let's see how you make your dream come true... Take out Stella Lockwood for me..." Quentin Rowe sneered and gave the decisive order.
BANG! A gunshot rang out.
