Nelson stood in the middle of his living room long after the call ended, the cold threat still cutting through his mind like a blade.Two days.That bastard actually had the guts to call his house and warn him like he was some scared rookie in the streets.His fists tightened slowly, veins rising along his forearm as he forced himself to breathe. The whole mansion felt too damn quiet… too still. Jane was upstairs resting, the staff had retired, and even the ticking clock on the far wall suddenly sounded louder — like the house itself understood something dark had just stepped back into their lives.Nelson loosened his tie, threw it on the couch, and walked to the window. The city lights glowed like fire, but instead of calming him, they irritated him. Somewhere out there, General Marson Cohn was probably smiling — watching, waiting, trying to see if Nelson Cassius would bend.“Two days?” Nelson muttered. “We’ll fucking see.”A soft shuffle came from behind.“Nelson?” Jane’s tired voi

Nelson didn’t move at first. He just stared at Tony like his brain needed a second to catch up. Hijacked? His shipment? In broad daylight? Under the Cassius name?Miguel stood up from his chair out of surprise . “Bro… what the heck are you saying?”Tony swallowed, voice tight. “Sir, the driver said a group of masked men boxed the truck on Third Mainland Bridge. They forced him out, tied him, and left him on the roadside. The goods… everything… gone.”Robby’s spoke up.“This is him. It has to be General Marson. First the call, now this? This is definitely him He’s sending a message.”Nelson’s jaw locked so hard it ached. “This idiot thinks he can just walk into my world and play king huh? Hijacking a Cassius shipment? He crossed a line he shouldn’t have touched.Miguel broke the tension “What are we going to do now, Nelson? This is not a small hit. That shipment alone was worth a fortune. If he can hijack it once, his sure to do worse.”“I know.” Nelson’s voice was low, “But this time,