Chapter 31 Ultimate Trump Card Revealed

• Dylon sensing that there was no warmth emanating from Gill, he bowed his head again as he tried to steady himself once more. He hated this. Hated bowing to lowlifes like Gill and Lisa but they were dangerous thugs and he had no choice.
• “Even though I know your daddy and you are daddy’s little boy, that doesn’t give you the right to run your mouth boy.” Gill’s voice broke the silence, teasing and cold.
• Dylon forced himself to lift his head, his knees grinding into the floor. The cold sweat dripping down his spine mixed with the dust beneath him, but he pressed forward, clinging to the thin thread of hope his father’s name provided even though it seemed like it won’t work.