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CHAPTER 152 PART 2
The insults grew louder, the guests finding courage in numbers, in shared condemnation of the outsider who'd disrupted their careful social hierarchy.Darius paused in his walk toward Donald, his attention shifting to the crowd of complaining guests. He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping across the assembled young heirs and heiresses with an expression that was utterly neutral but somehow more intimidating than if he'd been actively threatening.The effect was immediate and dramatic.The loudest complainers fell silent the moment Darius's eyes landed on them. The contemptuous smirks faded. The bold pointing fingers dropped. Every person who'd been shouting insults moments ago suddenly found themselves unable to speak under the weight of that cold, assessing gaze.It was like being examined by a predator—something in Darius's eyes that reminded them on a primal level that they were soft, privileged, protected children facing someone who'd killed before and wouldn't hesitate to do it agai
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Donald's fingers paused on his phone screen, uncertainty flickering across his face. "You... you're bluffing. You're trying to... to scare me out of calling for help.""Am I?" Darius asked, stopping right in front of Donald again. "Or am I genuinely unconcerned about whatever resources your family can bring to bear? Maybe you should consider which possibility is more frightening—that I'm bluffing, or that I actually mean it."He crouched down to Donald's level again, his expression showing no fear whatsoever. "Because here's what you don't understand, Mr. Wesley. Here's what none of you spoiled children understand—"His gaze swept across the ballroom, taking in all the guests who'd been insulting him moments ago."—I don't care about your family connections. Don't care about your wealth or influence or threats of retaliation. Don't care about any of the social power you think makes you untouchable."He looked back at Donald. "What I care about is that you assaulted someone. Made her b
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Donald's face twisted into a defiant scowl despite the pain radiating from his destroyed cheeks. "My grandfather... my grandfather is not your mate! Not someone you can just... just threaten and expect to back down! Edward Wesley is—"His words cut off in a shriek of pure agony as Darius's foot came down on Donald's ankle—not a stomp, but a precise, controlled press that put exactly the right amount of pressure on exactly the right spot.The ankle joint compressed under Darius's weight. Tendons strained. Bones ground together in a way they were never meant to. The pain was immediate, intense, and carried with it the terrifying implication of what would happen if Darius applied just a little more force.Just one more press—one more shift of weight—and Donald's ankle would shatter. The bones would fracture in multiple places. The tendons would tear. Donald Wesley, who'd walked into this party with such confidence and arrogance, would leave it crippled. Unable to walk properly for months
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The other guests whispered among themselves, their earlier contempt transforming to genuine fear as they watched Donald Wesley—proud, arrogant, supposedly untouchable Donald Wesley—reduced to a sweating, begging mess under Darius's foot."He's actually going to do it," someone whispered. "He's actually going to cripple the Wesley heir if Donald doesn't comply.""This is insane. Completely insane.""Who IS this man? What kind of person acts like this?"Donald's trembling fingers finally managed to unlock his phone. He navigated to his contacts list, scrolling frantically for his grandfather's number—the direct line that Edward Wesley had given him for emergencies, with strict instructions to only use it for genuine crises.This definitely qualifies, Donald thought desperately as he hit the call button.The phone rang once. Twice. Three times.Donald waited, his breath coming in panicked gasps, sweat still pouring down his face, Darius's foot still pressing against his ankle with that t
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Garrick Wesley's frown deepened as he accepted the call from his son, his expression showing irritation at being interrupted during important business negotiations. He pressed the phone to his ear, expecting Donald to have some trivial complaint or request that could have waited until morning.What he heard instead made his blood run cold."FATHER! FATHER, HELP ME! PLEASE! HE'S GOING TO BREAK MY ANKLE! HE'S—"The voice was Donald's, but barely recognizable—high-pitched with pain and terror, words tumbling out in a panicked rush that made them almost incomprehensible."Donald?" Garrick said sharply, his posture straightening immediately. "Slow down. What are you talking about? Who's going to break your ankle?""DARIUS KANE! The man I told you about! He's got his foot on my ankle! He's pressing down! Father, it HURTS! It hurts so much! And he says if I don't cooperate he'll—he'll cripple me! He'll shatter the bones and I'll never walk properly again!"Donald's voice cracked into sobs. "
CHAPTER 154 PART 2
Raymond tried calling the head of security he'd assigned to oversee the party—a professional he'd personally vetted, someone who should be monitoring the situation and ready to respond to any problems.No answer.He tried the backup security coordinator. The senior guard stationed at the main entrance. The team leader for the perimeter patrol.No answer. No answer. No answer.Every single call went to voicemail or rang unanswered.Raymond felt a cold dread settling into his stomach—the feeling he got when situations were spiraling out of control, when careful plans were falling apart, when violence was erupting in places it shouldn't."None of my security personnel are answering," Raymond said, standing abruptly from his desk. "Not one. That's not a coincidence. That's a systematic problem.""What are you suggesting?" Garrick asked, though his expression showed he was reaching the same conclusion."I'm suggesting that whatever's happening at that party is serious enough that my entire
CHAPTER 155 PART 1
Garrick Wesley stood frozen in Raymond Romano's study, his phone still in his hand, his mind struggling to process what he'd just heard from Darius Kane. The calm certainty in that man's voice. The complete lack of fear or concern about Wesley family retaliation. The casual way he'd described Donald's injuries and humiliation.No one speaks to the Wesley family like that, Garrick thought, his shock transforming rapidly into cold fury. No one threatens us. No one challenges our authority. And certainly no one assaults our heir without facing complete and utter destruction.Raymond Romano had already moved to the study door, his expression showing a similar mixture of rage and deadly purpose. He turned back to look at Garrick, his eyes hard."We're going," Raymond said, his voice carrying the absolute authority of a man who'd built and maintained a criminal empire through decades of ruthless decision-making. "Now. To the ballroom. To see what's actually happening and deal with it approp
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Garrick looked at the locked doors, his expression hardening. "Breach and secure. Priority one is rescuing my son. Priority two is apprehending the hostile individual—this Darius Kane. Lethal force is authorized if necessary, but I want him alive if possible. I want him to face consequences, not escape through death.""Understood, sir," the team leader acknowledged.Raymond nodded his agreement. "Same priorities on our end. Secure my children. Apprehend the threat. But I want answers before anyone dies. Want to know exactly what happened in there and why."The combined security force moved into position—some preparing breaching charges for the locked doors, others positioning to provide cover fire once entry was achieved, still others coordinating communication and tactical support.Inside the BallroomDarius stood in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by Donald's incapacitated guards, with the terrified guests pressed against the walls. He glanced at his wristwatch—a simple, func
CHAPTER 156 PART 1
Garrick Wesley stood frozen in Raymond Romano's study, the phone call with Darius Kane still echoing in his mind. That voice—calm, controlled, utterly fearless—had spoken to him like an equal rather than someone facing the wrath of two of Duskfort's most powerful families.The audacity, Garrick thought, his hands clenching into fists. The sheer arrogance to speak to me that way. To threaten my son. To act as if the Wesley name means nothing.Raymond had already moved to the door, his expression carved from stone. He paused, looking back at Garrick with eyes that promised violence."We go now," Raymond said, his voice carrying the absolute authority that had built and maintained his criminal empire for decades. "No one dares challenge the Wesley family and the Romano family simultaneously. No one crosses both our bloodlines and lives to speak of it.""Agreed," Garrick replied, the humiliation of that phone call burning in his chest like acid. His son—his heir—had been reduced to a sobb
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He tried again, putting real force into it this time, his considerable strength straining against whatever was blocking the entrance. The doors rattled in their frame but refused to open—something heavy had been pushed against them, creating a barricade."JOSH!" Raymond shouted, pounding his fist against the expensive wood hard enough to make it boom like a drum. "JESSICA! Can you hear me?! What's happening in there?!"Silence.Garrick joined him, adding his own voice to the demands. "DONALD! This is your father! Answer me! Are you hurt?! Who's in there with you?!"Still nothing but oppressive silence from beyond the locked doors."Damn it," Garrick muttered, pulling out his phone to check the status of his reinforcements.Within minutes, both Romano and Wesley security teams began arriving. They came from different entrances, different staging areas, but all converging on the ballroom corridor with professional efficiency.The Romano guards came first—thirty men in dark suits that co