Scarface slowly pulled his clothes back on and made his way to the main hall. At first, he'd been nervous about why Cole had come here, but when he heard the guy had only brought a few dozen men with him, it looked like they were here to die. After all, Scarface had three to four hundred brothers in this place. What did he have to fear?Inside the main hall, bodies packed the space wall to wall. Among them were the thirty or forty men Andrew had brought along, now completely surrounded by a sea of figures gripping hatchets in their fists.Andrew's gaze swept across the room with an expression so calm it bordered on bored. He clearly didn't see them as a threat. The security team beside him seemed just as unruffled, faces blank and postures relaxed. Only Cole trembled where he stood, his face locked in a rigid mask as he swallowed repeatedly."Cole, you've gotten bold lately," Scarface said, his voice cutting through the noise. "We hadn't even gone looking for yo

"I'll get on it right now!" Cole snapped out of his shock, his voice suddenly urgent, though his face practically glowed with excitement. He understood what this meant. Once he took over Scarface's territory, the good life was his for the taking.The Hatchets stood frozen, utterly dumbfounded. They'd come here planning to raid someone else's turf, only to get taught a brutal lesson by a crew of twenty or thirty men. Now even their boss was captured. What the hell were they supposed to do?Andrew swept his gaze across the crowd, his tone casual but ice cold. "Anyone who wants to live, drop your weapons. If you'd rather struggle, I'll be happy to send you to meet the Reaper. Your choice."Hesitation rippled through the Hatchets' ranks. Seeing their boss pinned down and helpless sent panic coursing through them. There was no point in pointless resistance. They were just street thugs, after all. They'd only banded together because Scarface gave them a reason to. Now

Cole didn't notice the shift in Andrew's expression at all. The moment Andrew caught a clear view of the woman's face, surprise flickered across his features. She was undeniably alluring, her beauty the kind that could bring kingdoms to ruin, and she'd clearly harbored murderous intent toward him moments ago. But he recognized her."You familiar with this woman?" Andrew asked."Of course I am," Cole replied. "Her man used to work in some kind of military unit or something like that. I heard he died a while back. And now she's all tangled up with Scarface? This woman gets around, if you know what I mean. No telling how many guys she's been with.""I see." Andrew's voice was flat.Because this woman was the girlfriend of one of his fallen brothers. The last time Andrew had seen her, she'd been cheating, and he'd wanted to kill her then and there. But considering his brother was already dead, he'd figured there was no point in going overboard. Yet here she w

"What's it to you?" Claire Bennett snapped, her tone sharp and impatient. Andrew Allen replied evenly, "Look at you, walking around with that miserable expression every day. You're living the same day whether you're sulking or smiling, so why not choose to be happy?""You think everyone's as carefree and thick-skinned as you? You'd better focus on doing your job and driving me around properly, or I'll have you fired!" Claire shot back, irritation flashing in her eyes. There was just something about this guy that rubbed her the wrong way."Why are you always so quick to anger? Haven't you heard that women who lose their temper all the time are going through menopause?" Andrew said with a smirk."You're the one going through menopause! Your whole family is! Say one more word and I'll fire you on the spot!" Claire hissed through clenched teeth, her fists tightening at her sides."Now that really hurts my feelings. I've been getting up early every single morn

"Nobody move. He's here for me. This is between him and me, and I'll handle it myself." Marcus stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension as he addressed the men behind him."Marcus, this guy beat the hell out of our brothers. Are we just supposed to stand here and watch? I can't do that.""He's right. If we can't even avenge our own brothers, what kind of brotherhood are we talking about? What's the point of calling each other brothers if we won't stand up for each other?""I have to avenge my brothers. I can't just stand by and watch them get bullied like this."The men continued to protest, their voices overlapping in agitation. Every pair of eyes in the crowd burned with fury as they glared at the gaunt butler standing before them, their hostility palpable in the charged air.Marcus turned to face them, his expression hardening into something cold and unforgiving. "If you want to die, go ahead and try. It has nothing to do with me.