Chapter 165

Patrick Banks POV

I texted Jordan to ask him where he was.

After he responded, I drove over to his house.

“Hey.” He said as he answered the front door.

I didn’t respond. I just walked into the living room.

“What’s going on?” Jordan asked with a skeptical look as he stood in front of me. “Why do you look……weird?” He added.

I didn’t even know how to say what I wanted to say.

I let out a deep sigh.

“Is everything okay?” He continued.

“Did you ask Massimo for help when Benjamin came to New York?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Did you ask them to do whatever it takes to remove him from the picture?”

Jordan’s expression flattered for a brief second. Then he let out a sharp exhale and began pacing back and forth around the living room.

He didn’t answer my question.

I let out a deep breath.

“Jordan, look me in the eyes and tell me that you aren’t responsible for my brother’s death.” I continued, my vo