He is the chaos I can’t predict. I am the wall he can’t break. Dave I don’t do messy. I do routine. Discipline. Violence when required. Kinsley is nothing but mess. A washed-up rugby pro drowning in debt to the Syndicate. The job is Lock him in a safehouse. Keep him breathing. Don't kill him myself. But you can’t cage a storm without getting wet.
Kinsley The numbers don’t talk to me anymore; they scream. Every exit is blocked by men with knives, and my only way out is him. Dave. Massive. Silent. A fortress in a cheap suit. I hate his rules. I hate his calm. But when the panic rises, he’s the only solid thing in a world spinning off its axis.
The Gamble Kinsley pushes boundaries because he’s addicted to the risk. I hold the line because I’m the only thing keeping him alive. But every night in this house is a roll of the dice. The danger isn't that I'll fail to protect him. It's that I'll stop wanting to let him go.