"What do I do?" Ethan fell to his knees."You are coming back to the club, and if you are not here in the next ten minutes, you can kiss your shares goodbye!"Ethan grabbed his car keys without wasting another second. Dylan watched as he raced out of the house, wondering where he was headed."Are you really going to make him come back?" Marcus asked, looking at me. He seemed a little tipsy. "You need to be careful. You do know that the Matthews aren't the only ones who want your head on a spike, right?""We are here to have fun, Marcus. Stop ruining the mood," I replied sharply.I staggered toward the dance floor and grabbed two sexy ladies standing nearby."Care to dance with me?"The ladies giggled as they moved their bodies to the rhythm of the music.As the noise reached its peak, the music suddenly stopped when Ethan walked in."Is he here to plead for mercy?""I can't believe the day has finally come when Ethan Matthews would fall at Jason's feet, begging for mercy.""The same b

"Why don't we drop the guns and have a hand-to-hand combat?" I teased."Do you think you can take me on, kid?" Sniper grinned."No one is to shoot," Sniper ordered, looking back at his men. "I think I can handle one little kid."I looked at him."Don't you think you should take off your jacket? You might get it stained.""With your blood," I added, pushing further."Enough talking, kid. Come and get me."Sniper laughed and waved his fingers at me.He suddenly charged at me, his massive frame barreling toward me like a freight train.I remained unfazed by his intimidating size. I cracked my knuckles and smiled."Bring it on, old man."Sniper swung a powerful punch at me.I ducked beneath it and countered with a quick jab to his ribs.The two of us clashed in a flurry of punches and kicks, our movements lightning-fast as we exchanged blows.Sniper's brute strength was matched by my agility and quick reflexes, making the fight surprisingly even.The men watched in awe, their cheers and c

I dropped the call and looked at Zeek."Are you sure?""You should ask the young man himself. Otherwise, he's going to have to die at my hands if it turns out he's just playing with me," Zeek replied as he walked away from the door leading to the attic.I got up from my seat and looked back at Marcus, who was still sitting down."Are you not coming?""I told you, Jason. This is getting really bloody. Why don't you allow the police to take care of things?" Marcus asked in a pleading voice. "I have someone who might be interested in your case. We can go to him and get revenge for all of this.""The police?" I clenched my fist."Did you just ask me to go to the fucking police? I can't believe you just said that."I stared at him."I would have said you were with them in all of this, but I know the role your father played in keeping me alive until today."My voice hardened."Where were the police when my parents were killed? Where were they when your father was killed?"I looked around th

Death crouched behind a marble column in the garden, his gaze fixed on Marcus and me through the ornate glass windows of my mansion.He could hear faint murmurs but couldn’t make out our conversation. His earpiece buzzed with static before Henry’s voice cut through.“Death, do not engage unless absolutely necessary. We need Sniper alive—at least for now. If he’s compromised, you know what to do.”Death clenched his jaw, irritation flaring within him.“Understood,” he whispered before disconnecting the call.He tightened his grip on the wire tape, his gaze darting toward the second-floor balcony where a shadow moved.Inside the mansion, Zeek was cleaning his bloodied hands, his knuckles raw from interrogating Sniper.“You’re lucky Jason has plans for you, Sniper,” Zeek sneered, leaning over him. “Otherwise, I’d send you straight to hell myself. Do you think we were going to let you go after killing George and Evelyn? As far as I’m concerned, you’re as good as dead.”Sniper coughed, blo

[BACK AT JASON’S MANSION]“They’re gone!” one of the men shouted angrily.Zeek walked into the room, his face filled with frustration.“Did you know this was going to happen?” he asked angrily. “Did you forget that easily?”Marcus and Zeek exchanged glances.“The last time we captured an assassin, he was killed before he could talk,” I said calmly. “I knew Henry Carter was behind that attack. Or should I say Fiona, who contracted him after he must have gone rogue?”I leaned back in my chair.“Henry Carter isn’t a very good planner. I know he’s going to slip up very soon.”“What did you do?” Marcus asked, looking at me.I seemed completely satisfied with the fact that Sniper had escaped.“I don’t see how any of this is good news. We need Henry in a corner and have him arrested. If Sniper had given us what we wanted, we could have used it against him.”Zeek looked at me, then back at Marcus.“Shh… Just wait for it. I know what I’m doing.”I relaxed in my chair.“I knew someone was going