The cold tip of Gareth's pistol barrel pressed against Max's forehead. Behind him, four guards cocked their hunting rifles with savage grins. 'If I hand over the truck now, the next bullet still ends up in my skull,' Max calculated calmly. 'In a lawless world like this, giving up your supplies is the same as giving up your life.' Max spared a glance toward Mia beside the cab and Claire near the gate. Ever since Chloe's betrayal, the words love and trust no longer existed in his vocabulary. To him, only power and strength mattered. A pretty, obedient woman like Mia was useful for satisfying his needs as a man, while Claire's sharp mind was needed to run his warehouse. As long as both brought him value under his control, no raider was allowed to touch what was his. "I hate having dirty iron pressed against my head," Max said flatly. "Lower your gun right now, Gareth. This is my final warning." Gareth froze for a second, then burst into rough laughter right in Max's face. "Fi