Dennis's POV
The strategy was straightforward enough.
Jonathan would infiltrate the West Side Pack, those ruthless killers who dispose of their hired hands after a single job, while I orchestrated a meeting between Savannah's father and Calvert. The collision of these forces would ignite the chaos we needed.
"This has to be the most ridiculous plan I've ever heard," Savannah's friend declared, her voice cutting through the tension. "Excuse my language around the kid, but I've reached my breaking point with you two morons."
This woman possessed the predatory instincts of a seasoned hunter. The way she lounged in that rose-colored armchair while Jonathan and I wore paths in the carpet resembled something from a crime family drama. Her business demeanor radiated danger, and not the favorable kind.
