Dully’s POVBernard’s laugh reverberated across the dusty room like a war drum announcing the beginning of battle. The man who once taught me how to hold a fork was now asking me to pick which one of his monsters I wanted to fight—like I was choosing how I wanted to die.Trigger stood silent beside him, eyes cold and unreadable. Beside Trigger was Moro—taller, bulkier, with a face carved from stone and eyes like voids. He was the one who trained me in boxing when I was just ten, using my ribs like drums when I got my guard wrong. My stomach twisted.I scanned them both quickly, doing calculations in my head despite the pain shooting through my abdomen and the sticky warmth of blood that soaked through my shirt. The bullet wound in my side burnt with each breath, but the fire inside me was far hotter than anything my body could produce.“Moro”, I said, staring the beast dead in the eye. “I’ll fight him.”Moro smirked, rolling his shoulders like a bull getting ready to charge. Bernard r

DAMAIN'S POV It has been months since the brawl between me and Dully. I could remember how he had jumped out of the window in a bid to save himself. I don't know if he was trying to save himself or save me. I knew if he was caught then father might probably make sure he was taking all the blames for the murdered and hideous acts. The last thing I remembered the look on his face. A look of betrayal and one thing was certain. If Dully was alive then he was going to make a come back. I needed to be ready by then. I needed to be stronger, more brutal and more deadly. I need to make sure I was feared. The last thing I needed was cowering before him when he eventually showed up. I looked at the paper in my hand. It was an exhibition fight for all fighters. An underground fight that has to do with a do or die. Once you are inside the ring, then you have to fight till your opponents drop dead. I have been training for months. Ever since Dully disappeared, I have been the main focus. M

Dully's pov After three months of recurpurating. I was back to my old self. I had to sit down and think things through. I needed to know what I truly want and not just some teenager who his life was bent on all about having revenge. The days that follower after I was shot by my father was agonizing for me. I kept having the same nightmares of him shooting at me. I don't know why he hated me. Or why he had Damian picked over me. As a matter of fact, I don't seem to care anymore. But one thing was certain. I am going to tear down his legacy. Everything that he tried so hard to build was going to be brought down and I am going to make sure Damian dies by my hand. " You dont need to to this now if you are not ready ." Ariadne aid staring at me. " I need to do this, Aria. I need to atone for everything I have done but first, taking down my father is the first thing I need to do." " Then you will. You just need to join hands with my father and then you can work things out." Aria

Damain's POV I looked at my father, and I wasn't sure what to say to calm the raging beast inside of him. His gaze was sharp, and it looked like it was going to pounce on me at any time. "You heard me, Damian. God damn it! Did you kill the boy? Yes or no!" Bernard shouted yet again. "I didn't kill him, but I think Dully might have." I said without lifting my gaze from the ground. My heart thudded fast, awaiting his reply. " You mean you two rascals had a hand in his death?" Bernard shouted again. "This isn't my fault, Father. Dully did it, and now that he is dead, there is no need to be concerned. He is dead, right?" I asked, staring at my father."Why are you asking me that, boy? You were here when he decided to leave this house. He decided to live alone, so how the hell am I supposed to know if he is dead or not?" Bernard yelled again. " You both need to make sure the murderer of the boy is not linked to you. And you are going to marry Georgia if you want the case to stay burie

FEDERICK'S POV Axel’s knuckles cracked louder than I expected, echoing like a warning bell in my ears. Georgia’s grip tightened around the back of my shirt. I didn’t need her to say a word to know she was terrified—not of Axel, but of what could happen next. The old me—the one who would have taken a swing at Axel just to prove a point—was itching to come out. But I couldn't afford that anymore.Not with Georgia watching.I wouldn't want her to think I was some scum. And definitely not when I had too much to lose."Then go ahead, Axel," I said, forcing my voice to remain calm, controlled. "Tell Damian to come talk to her himself, unless he's too much of a coward to face me."Axel's smirk widened, but I didn’t flinch. Behind him, his two sidekicks shifted their weight, their eyes dancing with anticipation. They wanted this to escalate.But I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction."You talk too much for someone who used to be a nobody," Axel spat. "You think this new money, these cloth