Dennis's POV
The room was a masterpiece of calculated chaos. Every drop of blood placed with precision, each claw mark strategically positioned, the knife angled perfectly. I had orchestrated crime scenes before, but never with such meticulous attention to detail. This had to be flawless.
Two unconscious bodies lay before me, and for the first time in years, I actually cared whether they survived what came next.
My father's death had opened doors I never expected. Jonathan's enemies circled like vultures, eager to curry favor with what they perceived as his weak successor. They saw me as malleable, controllable. Let them think that. If playing the fool would get me what I wanted, I had no qualms about appearing brainless.
