They call me Christopher Bang. 

Names mean little—your reputation’s your currency, and mine’s worth blood. 

You think you’ve got me figured out—dangerous, arrogant, impossible to read. 

We’re not supposed to trust each other, hell, we’re not even supposed to like each other, yet here we are—two predators circling the same kill. I don’t play nice, but for you… 

I play close. Close enough to feel your heartbeat when you’re lying. 

Close enough to pull the trigger if you ever aim for mine.