Luciano Brown:

“I Should back down?” I raised an eyebrow, and Christopher nodded, pouring me a glass of whiskey.

“There’s no need for this, Luciano. Can’t you see?!” he said, as though I were the bad person here.

“One week isn’t over,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “So I’d suggest you rest. But let me make something clear—I’m not your friend anymore. I’d kill you if I had to. Tell me, why are you siding with a bully? A madman. Someone who knows ...