"So you're the two ringleaders?"
As Hugo Cheney spoke, he sized up Sierra Sullivan and Jayce, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Do you have any idea what this place is? Do you know who I am? Do you know what kind of people live in this building? Stirring up trouble here... you two must have a death wish!"
"Now, I'll give you one chance. Get on your knees, beg for my forgiveness, and I might just let you live. Otherwise…"
Jayce scoffed. "Otherwise what?"
As the old saying goes, your enemy is often the one who knows you best. There was no denying the truth in that.
After all this time as rivals, constantly at each other's throats, Hugo Cheney knew Jayce's voice all too well.
He recognized it the instant he heard that single sentence.
"You're... Jayce?"
Even though he'd recognized the voice, Hugo Cheney couldn't believe it.
Or perhaps, he was just unwilling to believe it.
Jayce raised an eyebrow. "Not bad! Recognized me already, huh?"
