Jason's POV:
Jake had crossed the one line he never should have.
He drugged my wife.
My. Wife.
And now, it was my turn to return the favor.
But unlike Jake, I didn't lose battles. I didn't play fair. I didn't believe in just revenge.
No, I believed in destruction.
And I was about to ruin him.
I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the desk as Max and Dylan sat across from me, both eyeing me like I'd just announced my plan to set fire to an orphanage.
"Okay," Max started, rubbing his temples. "Let me get this straight—you don't just want to expose Jake. You want to make people think he's into… bestiality?"
I smirked. "Exactly."
Dylan choked on his drink. "Jesus Christ."
Max let out a long sigh. "I don't even want to ask how your brain works, but let's pretend for a second that I'm willing to go along with this madness. How?"
I grinned. "Simple. We frame him."
Dylan blinked. "With what? A goat? A chicken?"
