“Did you just threaten a cop, you bastard?” The senior officer pressed the gun closer to Alex’s head. “This can get ugly real soon for you. And you don’t want to go down that hole!”“I know who you’re working for. It’s Angelo Velasquez, isn’t it?” Alex shot back, snapping toward the officer in front of him. “How much does the mayor pay you for your services? I hope it is enough for an early retirement?”The two other cops looked at each other. They were supposed to keep Angelo’s name out of it. But now that Alex had already figured things out, they hesitated.The senior officer, however, stuck to the script.“You son of a bitch! Don’t you dare talk crap about the mayor. He is a good man.”Alex scoffed at his words.“A good man? Sure, maybe for pigs like you, whom he feeds every day.”“I swear I’ll just pull the trigger. I don’t even care about who you are!”Realizing the senior cop was about to lose control, his partner quickly intervened.“Sergeant Davos. I think we should take it do

Josiah’s unexpected call put Alex in a pickle.After their violent altercation at the steel mill, Josiah hadn’t even answered Alex’s last twenty texts. Yet now, he apparently wanted to provide him with critical information about Ross Spencer.And what made things even more concerning was the fact that Josiah wanted to meet Alex at a deserted construction site instead of texting him the details or visiting his motel.It could only mean one of two things: someone was already onto Josiah, and he was trying to maintain appearances, or he had ulterior motives in mind.Whatever it was, the opportunity to obtain more information about Ross’ uranium mining deal with Angelo Velasquez was simply too big to ignore.Going against his better judgment, Alex eventually decided to make the trip to the construction yard and hear Josiah out for himself.Alex headed out of his room and turned his keys in the lock before taking the rear exit.The back door of the motel opened onto a dusty parking lot, wh

The pale moonlight filtering through the fleecy white clouds cast an eerie glow over the construction yard, washing over Alex’s bleeding forehead.Shovels and spades swung through the air as the clamorous workers jumped onto the rubble pile and lunged at Alex.“Give it your best shot!”Alex sent the first one flying off with a snapping kick to his torso, while the second fell to a slashing jab that crushed his windpipe.Two more rushed up the mound, only to be met with a flurry of kicks and punches that knocked the wind out of their lungs, throwing them to the ground.Seeing his companions lying in the dust, groaning in pain, the youngest worker stumbled back. His pickaxe shook in his trembling grasp as sweat trickled down his neck.“What the hell are you still standing here for?” Kurt snapped at him. “Go and take him down!”“How?” the younger guy squealed. “You saw what he did to them? I am not going anywhere near him!”“Just look at him!” Kurt muttered back. “He’s bleeding all over

Far away from the familiar comfort of Glenmonte, Alex couldn’t rely upon his old connections anymore.Fortunately for him, Dustin Hoffman was now ready to support him quite openly.Alex met Dustin at his villa in the dead of the night.His wife and kids were already asleep, so Dustin invited Alex to join him in the private clubhouse outside.The guards stood watch outside as Alex took his seat at the bar while Dustin set to work, fixing him a drink.“You look like you’ve just walked out of a grave,” Dustin said, pouring him half an ounce of vodka mixed with a quarter of tequila in a shot glass.“Something like that.” Alex gulped it down in one go and loosened his tie to catch some fresh air. “Our dear mayor tried to get me killed at the construction yard. Unfortunately for him, I survived yet again.”“That bastard thinks he owns this damn city! We can’t keep letting him get away with this.” Dustin poured himself a neat scotch on the rocks and took a sip. “Angelo must be stopped. We ca

Moe paid the barkeep a soggy fifty-dollar bill and finished his drink before smashing the beer bottle on the floor and screaming like a man possessed.“Screw the damn Warringtons! After this day, we will own these roads again!”His biker crew cheered again, raising their fists in the air.Moe looked at his watch and saw it was only four in the evening, which meant there was still plenty of daylight outside.Even with the thirteen bikers at his back, he didn’t feel too comfortable about risking his neck in the middle of the day.“We wait for nightfall. Let’s waste another hour before we strike!”Suddenly, a knock on the door caught his attention.“Who the hell is it?” Moe barked in annoyance.The very next moment, the wooden door creaked open, and Raziya Durrani strode inside, dressed in a brown denim jacket and a tight pair of stone-washed jeans.Taking her helmet off, she clasped it under her arm and shook her hair free.“I see we have a full house here,” she said, grinning mischievou