Kyle realized thirty minutes into the dark web that this was a terrible idea. There was no way he could go through with it—not because he was scared, but because he knew things could go sideways. There were men even worse than Mike out there. The last thing he needed was a man like John Wick in his vicinity. He clamped the laptop shut despite the hesitation being present.
"What the fuck am I doing?" Kyle thought to himself. Mike had fucked him up, but he knew this was something he couldn't do, regardless of how much he wanted to because this was a point of no return.
Kyle stood out on the balcony, looking down. For a moment, he considered jumping, but he quickly dismissed the thought. It was just an intrusive thought, not because he wanted to kill himself. He couldn't believe he had even entertained it. He was about to order a fucking hit on Mike? To take his life?