Dwayne studied the man in front of him with narrowed eyes. The urge to shoot him just to relieve the fury he felt bubbling in him was almost too hard to resist.
As though sensing the danger he was in, the man, a middle-ranking thug in the Fowler organization, wisely took a step back. Unfortunately, that only made Dwayne’s empty fingers twitch. The gun was still in his holster under his jacket, but the man knew as well as Dwayne that it wouldn’t take him more than a second to have it in his hand and aimed at his target.
Tension pulsed in the air like the beat from hidden wall speakers. Dwayne didn’t lower his gaze or falsely lead the man into a sense of calm. He didn’t want anyone calm around him. Dwayne wanted them all on edge, expecting the worst.
However, after another minute, Dwayn
