Chapter 114: What Belongs To Hattie
"Something I might regret?" repeated Tank, his head cocked to the side as he studied the man sitting in front of him.
Could he really trust him? Really? Or was this just another act? Would Bishop be the next one to stab him in the back? He didn’t see it coming from Ghost, so who knows what was going on in Bishop’s heart.
"I already did that," continued Tank, clenching his fists behind his back as he subtly shifted his weight from side to side. "I trusted Ghost, and now Hattie is gone. I regret that. Maybe I should also stop trusting you if I really want to make sure that I have no regrets."
Bishop looked at Dante, his eyes wide as if silently asking how he was planning on dealing with this shit, but Dante simply shrugged his shoulders. "I get where he is coming from. But the regret is not just on his shoulders. I should have also known better than to trust anyone with something so precious like Hattie."
"You know you both sound absolutely obsessed with her, right?" pointed out Bishop. As Dante’s friend as well as his second in command, it was his responsibility to tell Dante when he was wrong.
And going on a witch hunt because one of their own had done something that Dante didn’t approve of was the perfect example of that.
"And?" chuckled Dante, leaning back in his chair as he stared at his second. "I don’t see anything wrong with that."
"Which in and of itself is a problem," sighed Bishop. Having the same conversation over and over again was starting to wear on his patience. "Did you ever think that Ghost saw your obsession as a threat against you and decided to take care of the threat?"
The sound coming out of Tank was inhuman, and before Bishop could react, a sharp knife was resting against his throat, right under his jawline. If he so much as swallowed, the blade would easily slice off his Adam’s apple.