Dale stood at the entrance of the house on Maple Street, the supposed hiding place of his cousin and Charles Hawk. He sighed. Some people just didn't know when to take a chance. He'd given Williama Brown an opportunity to escape. If she had told the truth, he would have walked away and left her fate in the hands of her son- Aiden Hawk.
And for all his qualities, that guy was not as ruthless as Dale. So, she would have been spared. But now...
He had been generous—more than generous, Dale thought to himself. If she had come clean, he would have left her be. But instead, she had chosen to defy him.
And now, here he stood, staring at the house that she and her allies had turned into a death trap. Did they truly believe he would storm in blindly, like some reckless fool? A bull in a china shop, crashing through the front door, only to be blown to pieces the moment he stepped inside? He let out a dry chuckle. A little common sense went a long way, but clearly, Williama had none.
