"Something I might regret?" repeated Tank, his head cocked to the side as he studied the man sitting in front of him.
Could he really trust him? Really? Or was this just another act? Would Bishop be the next one to stab him in the back? He didn't see it coming from Ghost, so who knows what was going on in Bishop's heart.
"I already did that," continued Tank, clenching his fists behind his back as he subtly shifted his weight from side to side. "I trusted Ghost, and now Hattie is gone. I regret that. Maybe I should also stop trusting you if I really want to make sure that I have no regrets."
Bishop looked at Dante, his eyes wide as if silently asking how he was planning on dealing with this shit, but Dante simply shrugged his shoulders. "I get where he is coming from. But the regret is not just on his shoulders. I should have also known better than to trust anyone with something so precious like Hattie."
