One hour after Thom ordered the car to turn toward the harbor, three large men stepped out of the airport arrivals gate. They walked with firm strides, unhurried, with an aura that made the people around them instinctively move aside to give way.All three wore thick black leather jackets, despite the scorching heat. Dark blue denim jeans clung to their muscular legs. Heavy boots struck the terminal floor with a dull, echoing thud. No one dared to look into their eyes for too long. Striking tattoos decorated their necks and hands.Texi led in front. He was the tallest among them—nearly two meters, with broad shoulders and a gleaming shaved head. On his neck was a skull tattoo with outstretched wings—the symbol of MC Faang. His eyes were small, black, and never stayed still for long. He was the Vice President of MC Faang, Whiro’s right-hand man, the second most feared person in Yeruss after his boss himself.Behind him, Kairo and Omman followed half a step behind. Kairo was bulkier, w

Texi stared at Thom without blinking. The man standing before him was calm. Too calm. There was not the slightest trace of fear on his face, even though he was facing the Vice President of MC Faang and his two most brutal subordinates.Before leaving the mansion, Whiro had given a strict order."Do not tell anyone about Rachel. Wherever she is, whatever happens, do not mention her name. Keep your mouth shut."Texi did not ask why. He simply nodded. His job was to retrieve the bag, not to ask questions. But he had not expected anyone to ask."None of your business," Texi said coldly. "Hand over the bag, or I will use violence here."Thom nodded. His movement was relaxed, unhurried, like someone who had just accepted an ordinary challenge."Go ahead and use your violence," Thom said. "We'll see whose is stronger."Omman and Kairo could no longer hold themselves back. Hearing their boss, the Vice President of MC Faang, treated like that by a man they considered nothing more than an offic

Meanwhile, somewhere else....Inside the MC Faang mansion, upstairs, behind a tightly shut thick teakwood door, Whiro and Rachel were celebrating their reunion. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by several candles in the corners of the tables and cabinets.On top of a bed covered with black silk sheets, the two of them were naked. Rachel’s slender body lay against Whiro’s broad chest covered in tattoos. Whiro’s fingers stroked Rachel’s messy hair, occasionally kissing her forehead.They had just finished having sex.“I missed you,” Whiro whispered, his voice heavy, slightly hoarse with emotion. “For four years, I kept thinking about you. Where have you been all this time?”Rachel did not answer. She only kissed Whiro’s lips once, twice, three times. Slowly. Deeply. Filled with feelings she herself did not know whether they were love or merely desperation.Whiro returned the kiss. His arms wrapped around Rachel’s waist, pulling her closer.“If only you had accepted my proposal b

Rachel bit her lip. She tried to steady herself. Tried to appear strong in front of the man she had once deceived so easily. She took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled."I did all of that for a reason," Rachel said, her voice trembling though she tried to sound reasonable. "You did not restore my position as CEO. I had no income. I needed money. It was only natural for me to try to survive."Thom did not move. His eyes remained fixed on Rachel. "By selling your own child?"Rachel fell silent.Those words hung in the air. Selling one’s own child was an act that could never be justified by reason or conscience.Thom stepped closer. One step. Two steps. Now he was only an arm’s length away from the bed where Rachel sat, hiding behind thin fabric.Whiro did not stay still. The man rose from the bed, his large naked body standing between Thom and Rachel. He did not care about his nudity. He had already lost all sense of shame after seeing his right hand man’s head rolling across the floor

Rachel was sure. She was certain her blow was strong enough to bring Thom down. But.... Thom did not fall.He did not move. He did not collapse. It was as if his back felt nothing at all. The wooden beam shattered, but Thom remained standing tall like an oak tree.Thom slowly turned around. His eyes locked onto Rachel.Rachel trembled!The hand still clutching the broken piece of wood dropped to her side. She fell onto the cold, dusty warehouse floor. The back of her legs touched the ground first, then her hips, then her hands reached behind her to steady herself so she would not fall flat on her back."How could you... how could you want to kill me?" Rachel whispered, her voice cracking, almost inaudible. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks.Thom crouched down. His face was now level with Rachel's. Only a few centimeters apart. He could smell the fear seeping from this woman's pores."I'll make your journey to hell easier," Thom said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion.Rachel sobb