Chapter 6
Author: Tina Maxxy
last update2025-07-23 04:48:45

Kane took a slow step back. Then another.

Sure, guys like Cole picked up some survival skills in prison. But this wasn’t martial arts.

This was… something else.

Eight trained brutes, all down—groaning like toddlers. Cole hadn’t broken a sweat.

That wasn’t skill. That was power.

Just then, a man stepped into the chaos. Blake’s right-hand man.

Expression like stone. Word had clearly gotten to him—some madman walked into the company and wrecked their elite muscle like it was a hobby.

He stopped just beside Kane, who scrambled over like a lost dog and whispered the full story.

The man’s eyes trailed to Cole.

He recognized him immediately.

The fall guy. The fool who’d taken the rap for Blake three years ago.

So that’s who it was.

“What's the meaning of this?” he asked coldly, stepping toward Cole, voice lined with contempt.

“Have you forgotten where you are?”

Cole didn’t blink. “Where’s Blake?”

That earned a laugh. Loud and biting. “What? Does prison hand out confidence now?”

He stepped closer, nose practically brushing Cole’s.

“If Blake could send you to jail once, he could do it a thousand times. All he needs is a reason.”

He leaned in, voice low. “He’ll crush you under his boot if he pleases.”

Cole’s reply was ice-cold. "You really think you're still standing here because of your screw-up of a boss?"

"If I hadn’t taken the damn fall, you losers would’ve been out there starving and begging for scraps!"

He straightened. Dark glint in his eyes.

Blake’s right-hand man sneered. “You’ve got guts now, huh?”

“It’s been three years,” Cole cut to the chase. “What happened to our deal?”

“Deal?” the man scoffed. “What deal?”

“I expected that by the time I got out, my wife's company would’ve made progress. That was the arrangement, wasn’t it?”

The man burst into laughter. Loud. Mocking. Like Cole had told the funniest joke in the world.

Kane flinched at the sound.

Cole didn’t react. He just held the man’s gaze. Calm and cold.

That look made Kane take another step back. He didn’t like Cole's silence. Didn’t like his stillness. Didn’t like the way Cole looked like a man who could kill with a spoon.

“Oh, Cole…” Blake’s man shook his head, voice laced with mockery. “Let me break this down. A deal only exists between equals. So tell me… do you really think we had a deal?”

Cole stepped closer. His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “So we didn’t?”

The man chuckled. “Come on. You were just… convenient. You should be grateful Blake even let you take the fall.”

“Like that earns me a spot in heaven?”

“Hey, if that’s what helps you sleep at night, go for it.” He leaned in closer, lips curling into a cruel smile. “But you’ve already overstayed your welcome.”

He straightened again. “And I don’t tolerate ungrateful people.”

His hand flicked, subtle.

Two men stepped forward from the shadows—muscles packed under their suits, eyes dead cold.

Kane’s smirk returned. He liked this part.

“You’re going to wish you had died in that cell,” Blake’s right-hand man said quietly.

What a wasteful life Cole had lived, Kane thought, watching the two men charge forward.

Now, because of Cole, his pathetic, dying mother would finally pass in peace.

Good riddance.

The two hitmen surged forward, aiming straight for Cole.

Kane exhaled, already tasting victory. Finally, he thought. Finally, that bastard’s dead. He won’t have to wake up remembering how Cole used to overshadow him…

But something was wrong.

The hall was too quiet. The murmurs in the hall had vanished.

Cole didn't dodge. He sent punches at the two men. The worst punching could have done to those two men was to knock them down but no!

CRACK.

The two bodies flew through the air like broken mannequins, crashing into the stone pillars behind with a sickening thud.

Their limbs bent at unnatural angles, blood seeping through their torn sleeves as they lay sprawled on the cold floor, groaning in agony.

Kane’s breath caught in his throat. No—no. That couldn’t be possible.

Those men… they weren’t ordinary thugs. They were the family’s personal shadows. Blake’s father’s hand-picked cleaners. The kind of men who’d wiped entire bloodlines from existence.

And there was Cole, cracking his knuckles like he hadn’t just taken down two monsters.

Is Cole even human?

“Where is Blake?” Cole’s voice was calm—too calm. He fixed his eyes on Blake's right-hand man, the one who had been all cock and confidence minutes ago.

“He… he’s gone on a trip,” the man stammered, barely keeping the tremble out of his voice.

Cole’s gaze narrowed.

“He left two days ago. Business trip. He’s not in his office right now,” the man added quickly, swallowing hard.

Cole scoffed. He took a step forward. The man immediately took two back.

“I swear on my life,” the man rushed out. “Even if you check, you won’t find him.”

Cole stepped forward again. The man stumbled back three more paces.

“You can ask the workers around—” he glanced around, only to find the entire floor empty. All the staff who had gathered had vanished.

“Ask Kane…”

Kane had already fainted in the corner.

With one smooth motion, Cole reached out and grabbed the man by the throat.

“I’m going to ask one more time,” he whispered, low and cold. “Where. Is. Blake?”

“I swear, sir! He’s out of town! He’ll be back tomorrow. I’m not lying!” the man screamed in a voice that cracked into panic. His tough-guy act had crumbled like ash.

Cole could tell he was telling the truth now. A man like this wouldn’t hold his breath for Blake if his life was on the line. He would’ve sold him out already.

He nodded slowly. Then spoke.

“Tell Blake I’m out of prison. And I demand a public apology. A personal one,” Cole said, voice level. “I don’t care how he does it—press conference, news, broadcast from the moon—but he must clear my name.”

He leaned in, tightening his grip ever so slightly.

“I give him three days.”

“Okay, sir!” the man wheezed, his voice barely a squeak now. His face was flushed red, soaked in sweat, veins pulsing across his neck.

Cole's voice dropped even lower. “Three days…” His eyes were ice. “Or every single member of his family is wiped off the face of the earth.”

“Okay, sir!” the man cried again, desperation strangling his tone.

Cole released him.

He collapsed to the ground, gasping and heaving for breath like he’d just escaped the gates of hell.

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