Chapter (Two Hundred) Fifty Two: chipped paint

" The thing about older brothers is that they could either be your idols, the people you look up to, or they could be a vicious thorn in your side. Mine ruined my life."

There was a brief pause.

" I don't think I can go through with this."

" Why? Because he told you not to?"

" Because my conscience can't take it anymore."

Dominic gave him a long assessing look. " That conscience of yours will only make you end up in the bottom of the ocean with concrete blocks tied to your ankles."

" You can't honestly be okay with all this."

The mad grin that slashed across Dominic's face was exactly that, mad. Deranged. " Oh son, this is just the very beginning. There is still so much more to come."

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