Shaking her head vehemently, Alicia said in a small, shaky tone, “No, I don’t want to. I came here with Darren. I’m not leaving him to go meet some stranger. Tell your boss I am not interested.”The confident smile on the man’s face vanished almost instantly. The faint amusement drained away as his scarred face darkened, hardening into something cold and unpleasant.“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed. “Don’t tell me you’re throwing away a golden opportunity because of this…” He paused deliberately, then glared disdainfully at Darren before adding with contempt, “Good-for-nothing errand dude.”Scarface stared at her in open disbelief, as though she had just insulted him personally. “What kind of girl are you?” he demanded. “Girls nowadays want to be with wealthy guys. Don’t you know that?” He planted both hands firmly on the table and leaned toward her, invading her space. His voice dropped low and icy. “Do you realize that no woman says no to my boss, right? He is used to getting exactl

Scarface let out a deafening scream as he crashed to the ground, clutching his shattered arm. His face twisted violently, contorted by raw agony and horror as pain ripped through him.Jose watched with his jaw hanging open. He was too horrified to utter a single word.The other customers who had been observing the scene now stared with wide, unblinking eyes. Strangely, no security stepped in. The reason was clear—no one wanted to get involved with the Trump family’s heir’s affairs, not even the restaurant manager.Alicia tensed, her breath catching. “Darren… you…” That was all she managed to say before fear choked her words.Darren, on the other hand, sat back down quietly, a slight frown resting on his face, as though he were not the one responsible for the chaos now suffocating the room.Scarface rolled onto his side, then dropped fully to the floor and crawled toward his boss. “Ouch—my arm!” he wailed. “Boss, he broke my arm! It hurts bad!” His voice cracked with pain and humiliati

The temperature in the restaurant seemed to drop the moment the figure stepped inside Gerald Trump in flesh and blood, stood at the entrance like an executioner walking into a condemned hall. He wore an expression that would scare the wits out of the devil himself. George Trump was a man in his early sixties with aged tattoos running up his neck. His facial beards which were at his younger age kept to intimidate his victims was now streaked with silver strands. A look at him and one could tell he was a badass in his younger age. But still even at this age, he still look dreadful. As the man stepped in, behind him trailed fifteen to twenty men.They were rough, broad-shouldered, and all had heinous look in their eyes. Their gazes were cold, vacant, the kind that belonged to men who didn’t hesitate before breaking bones—or ending lives.Some of them had violent weapons —hammers, knives, baseball bats just mention it. Some without weapons cracked their knuckles slowly, showing what th

“Hahaha” Jose laughed.The laugh came out hoarse and broken because of his injured mouth, but the mockery in it was clear. He wiped the blood from his lips and looked at Darren with pure hatred.“What are you going to do?” he sneered. “Slap me again?”He slowly stood up, using the table for support. His eyes moved around the restaurant, toward the line of armed men behind his father. A crooked smile spread across his bruised face.“Look around you, delivery boy,” he said proudly. “My dad is here. His men are here. Do you really think you can do anything to me now?”He shook his head deliberately, “No way!” An evil smile appeared as he said with a smug smile, “Like I told you earlier; I always get what I want”Jose stepped closer to Alicia, his gaze burning.“Do you know what I am going to do?,” He whispered. “I am going to kill you and take your girl. People like us get whatever we want. We always do. And there are no consequences.”He said and tried to grab her by her waist. But Alic

The question hung in the air like a death sentence.Alicia stared at Darren as if he were looking at a complete stranger. Her brows were tightly knitted, her lips slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell too fast, betraying the storm raging inside her.“Answer me, Darren.” Her voice was low, trembling, yet stubbornly firm. “Who exactly are you?”Her eyes locked onto his, silently begging for the truth.For a long moment, Darren went deaf and dumb.Not because he could not hear her… but because he truly did not know what to say.What was he supposed to say?Alicia had witnessed everything with her own eyes. There was no brushing this off. No easy lie that could erase what had just happened.He tilted his head slightly and forced out an awkward smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Come on, Alicia. What do you mean by who exactly am I?” he said lightly, trying to sound casual. “Am I not the same Darren Wayne you know?”She shook her head vehemently, strands of her hair swaying with the