Chapter 17 - The Kill 2.0

Dylan lounges back in a plush chair, savoring a glass of whisky while watching Cheyne’s movements inside the ring.

“Why don’t you take a seat? Dylan asks the man standing beside him.

Adorned with intricate tattoos on his arms and a lengthy scar across his forehead. He’s unmistakably Dylan’s personal bodyguard.

“I’d rather not, sir ...” he says in a serious tone.

Dylan shoots a swift look his way.

“Chill out, Marco. This fight’s gonna end soon,” Dylan asserts confidently.

Yet, Marco remains hushed. His jaw clenches, his sweat trickling down his forehead.

A chuckle escaped Dylan’s lips as he caught sight of Marco’s edgy expression. “What are you so worried about?”

“I’m not exactly sure... but I hope I’m just mistaken about what I’m thinking.”

Dylan gazes at the melting ice in his glass of whiskey. “You’re overthinking it.”

Marco couldn’t sit still, his eyes glued to every move Cheyne’s opponent made.

“There’s something off with that guy.”

“What do you mean?” Dylan inquired.

He didn’t an