The moment Liam reached his house, he pushed open the car door and stepped out, gripping the suitcase tightly in his hand as the weight of it reminded him of the deal he had just made. Dickson, who had been driving, sighed before turning off the ignition and stepping out as well, stretching his arms lazily as if he hadn't just been dragged into one of the most dangerous situations of his life.
Liam walked toward the door, but as he reached for the handle, he glanced over his shoulder and saw Dickson following him inside. His brows furrowed slightly, and he turned fully to face his best friend, a smirk creeping onto his lips.
"I thought you didn't wanna be here when I opened the suitcase?"
Dickson, completely unfazed, simply nodded his head and shrugged.
