Rick had just finished spilling everything—every illegal brothel they ran, every hidden operation, every dirty secret they thought was buried deep. His breath was ragged, his face pale from blood loss. An arm and a leg had been shot, and while the wounds weren't fatal, he needed medical attention soon. He had done exactly what Liam wanted, told him everything. That meant Liam would spare him... right?
Rick's hope clung desperately to that thought. He had done his part. He had been forced into this situation; he wasn't the mastermind. He was just following orders. As Liam stood there, silent and still, Rick felt his nerves break. He pushed himself up slightly, groaning in pain, and looked up at Liam with pleading eyes.
"Please... don't go." His voice was weak, filled with desperation.
Liam arched a brow, confused. "I'm not going anywhere."
