Jack’s eyes lit up with hope at Warren’s words. “There is!” Warren nodded, his voice steady. “I can extract the Serpent Throne’s hatred and destroy the vengeful serpents.”Ecstatic, Jack clasped his hands together. “In that case, Mr. Warren, please go ahead!”Warren’s sneer returned, sharp and cutting. “Why should I help you? In your eyes, I’m nothing but a fraud.”Jack’s face flushed with remorse, his earlier arrogance replaced by desperation. “Mr. Warren, I was wrong. I didn’t know better and offended you. I beg you not to hold it against me—please, save my life!” His plea was raw, the memory of nearly ordering Warren’s punishment for a false theft charge weighing heavily. Jack, a man who thrived on control, now stood humbled before the ex-convict he’d underestimated.Warren’s gaze softened slightly, his mind calculating. Jack, with his vast resources and criminal empire, could be a key ally in Warren’s ambitions to build and expand his own influence in Ironspire. Helping Jack now

Warren stepped into the luxurious Rolls-Royce he’d booked earlier, its polished black exterior gleaming under the city lights as he settled into the plush leather seats. The engine purred, a fitting backdrop for his mission to reinvent himself, to step fully into the life of wealth and status he now claimed.His first destination was an upscale salon, a haven of sleek mirrors and soft jazz. He indulged in a lavish spa session, where a master stylist meticulously barbered his thick, dark hair, shaping it into a sharp, modern style that framed his angular jaw. His beard, once unruly, was trimmed with precision, accentuating his strong features. In the salon’s private changing room, Warren slipped into a bespoke navy suit from Viridian Gentlemen, its tailored fit hugging his broad shoulders and lean frame. He completed the transformation with a stylish fedora, tilted just so, and a polished ebony walking stick, its silver tip gleaming. The ensemble wasn’t just clothing—it was armor for h

Warren’s can, the rolls Royce pulled up to an upscale car dealership, its glass facade reflecting the city’s skyline. The dealer, a sharply dressed man with a deferential smile, greeted Warren with utmost respect, clearly assuming he is of wealth considering the aura and how stunning he looked. Warren’s eyes scanned the showroom, landing on a sleek, silver supercar, Lamborghini Aventador—a machine of raw power and elegance. He made his choice swiftly, signing the paperwork with a calm authority. Opening the trunk, he carefully transferred his ebony case, filled with the tailored purchases from Viridian Gentlemen, before sliding into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and he drove off, the car’s sleek lines cutting through the streets as he headed toward his parents at the Calabrese estate, eager to reunite with them after such a long day already. As he approached the estate’s grand entrance, a group of loan sharks blocked his path, their eyes glinting with malice. They ha

In a heartbeat, Warren’s sleek, obsidian supercar growled to a halt before the Calabrese mafia’s fortress—a sprawling estate of three opulent mansions, each a baroque masterpiece of towering marble columns, gilded arches, and stained-glass windows that would usually glint like jewels under the islands sun. The central mansion, a palatial behemoth, loomed as the heart of the confraternity’s power, its fortified gates flanked by two smaller but equally lavish villas, reserved for the elite. The air thrummed with authority, the grounds patrolled by sharp-eyed sentinels in tailored suits, their holsters barely concealed.Warren lowered his tinted window, his steely gaze piercing the hulking guard—a mountain of muscle bristling with an arsenal of gleaming firearms. The man’s face snapped to attention, recognition flashing in his eyes. “Don Warren,” he barked, voice taut with respect, signaling the gates to swing open with a hydraulic hiss. The iron barriers parted, revealing a courtyard a

Explains why he stayed out so late. They had been worried for him for nothing and on that note, they realized there was more about their son that met the eye. How did he do it? The question loomed but the happiness engulfed it. They didn't cares as far as the Crane's family paid dearly. For the next long minutes, Warren and his parents dove into an animated discussion about the Cranes’ ruin. The air crackled with their shared contempt as they recounted the family’s litany of sins. Warren, however, chose his words carefully, his tone probing yet guarded for there were a lot of things he didn't want to let his parents in yet, even if it means he has to lie to them. He explained, lying he didn't do it alone that someone more powerful than the Crane's who owed him a favor did it. Although, he was technically the one that broke Victor Crane's arm and crashed the wedding. Warren assured them the Crane's family won't be an issue anymore that he had death with them. He also really didn't