Carl used his foot to shove the door open, not even waiting for Jason's reaction. Jason had no choice but to back away, his hands instinctively rising in the universal gesture of surrender.
"That's a good boy," Carl smiled, slowly walking further into the room, his eyes scanning around like he was looking for something .
"So, where's that motherfucker?" he asked, eyes momentarily hovering away from Jason.
Jason didn't answer.
His gaze was fixed on the gun, his thoughts racing as he analyzed the situation.
For a brief moment, his muscles tensed, but then he forced himself to subtly relax when Carl's cold eyes flicked back to him.
"Don't play tough, boy," Carl growled. "I swear I'll drop you faster than you can blink."
"Easy, man… just chill," Jason replied, his voice unnervingly calm.
There was no fear in it, just a cold calculation that made it sound like this wasn't his first brush with danger.
