As the morning light crept into the warehouse, Chase and Caleb were still locked in a tense standoff. Chase had tied Caleb down to a chair, his mouth covered with duct tape, and his eyes blazing with anger.
“You’re a traitor, Caleb,” Chase spat, his voice venomous. “You’re the one who brought me down.”
Caleb struggled against his restraints, trying to speak, but the duct tape muffled his words. He shook his head, desperate to convey that he wasn’t the one who had betrayed Chase.
But Chase wasn’t listening. He was too far gone, consumed by his own anger and hurt. He had always trusted Caleb, and the fact that his own brother could betray him was unthinkable.
As the hours passed, Chase’s anger only grew. He paced back and forth in front of Caleb, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.
