The Lost Son's Return
Mateo sat on the hood of one of the vehicles, a smug grin on his face as he continued to provoke Reaper, “I mean, come on, loaning you a car? That’s like handing a loaded gun to an idiot and hoping he doesn’t shoot himself.”
Reaper’s jaw clenched. His voice dropped to a dangerous low. “The hell did you just say?”
Mateo didn’t back down. If anything, his smirk widened. “You heard me,” he said, his tone laced with mockery. “Dante’s just being polite. Truth is, no one trusts you, traitor.”
Reapers friends, The Ghosts straightened their postures at that. One of them, a tall guy dressed in a leather jacket, took a step forward, but Reaper lifted a hand, stopping him. His eyes, still locked onto M
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