The crowd gasped.No one moved.It was the kind of silence that comes when everyone in the room suddenly realizes something has gone terribly wrong.Good.That was exactly what I wanted.“Good,” I said calmly, letting my gaze drift across the frozen faces around me. “Now that I have your attention… let’s talk about the tattoo.”I bent down and grabbed the bastard by his collar, hauling him upright like he weighed nothing. His expensive shirt bunched in my fist as I dragged him closer until our faces were inches apart.Behind us, the body of the dead man lay twisted on the floor.I shoved it aside with my foot like it was nothing more than trash.The man in my grip winced as blood dripped from his broken nose. His eyes darted wildly around the room, searching for someone—anyone—to help him.No one stepped forward.Smart crowd.I rolled up my sleeve and shoved my forearm into his face.The fractured mask tattoo stared back at him.The same mark I saw burned into the chest of the man who