Sweet dreams

Chris POV

"Why don't we kill him?" I shot him a stare, my eyes filled with a mixture of fear and defiance.

"Take this," he said, handing Dove the bag, while I whimpered, staring at them, my body trembling.

"You don't want to do this," he said, his voice laced with a threatening undertone, as he walked towards me, and I instinctively moved backward, my heart pounding in my chest.

"And where do you think you're going?" one of Dove's men asked, his voice dripping with malice and amusement.

"You talk too much. We need to end you," he said, a cruel grin spreading across his face, as I found myself apologizing profusely, my voice quivering with fear. But then, unexpectedly, they burst into laughter.

"Got you again," they said, their laughter echoing through the air, as I heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Yeah, you did, and it isn't funny," I said, my voice still shaky, trying to regain my composure.

"Don't tell me you were crying, bro," they said to me, their tone tea