HIS RETURN FOR REVENGE

Chapter five: I'll walk into the War

Jaxon's expression changed instantly going to anger that was immediately evident in his eyes that darkened like a storm cloud because memories left unburied flashed before his eyes— blood on the carpet, screams...

"Master," Knox's voice came with more control this time around sensing the shift. "there is more about Daniel Monroe. He's not the same man, the petty trouble maker your late grandfather casted away from the house in the past. He's more."

"Tell me more." Jaxon looked at him.

Knox continued without looking through the file like he'd made repeated research that'd become recognized by brain, like he'd done this kind of job before and will probably still do more.

"He runs a criminal organization. They're Dangerous. Trained killers. They're called THE EAGLE EYES."

"Never heard of that."

"They're discreet. Every operation they perform is clean, cleared before officials get evidence from scenes. Even if they slip, they always find their way out. They have the connection."

He continued.

"They're aggressive but thorough and manipulative. They make murder look like accidents. They're professionals."

Jaxon only raised his brow.

The file rattled as Knox flipped the file to a page that showed records that shouldn't exist because THE EAGLE EYES kept their operation in the shadow and successful but not discreet for someone like Jaxon who had access to excellent resources in the military.

"Record shows seventeen successful operations this month across the three countries. One politician murdered in a hotel swimming pool disguised as an accidental fall. A few weeks later, all his properties were taken. Not forcefully. With legal backing and proofs— the deed shows the man sold everything to the same Richard Pepper before his death. One fashion figure was eliminated during a gala in the same accidental pattern— her account was emptied after then, her property taken, family lost the case recently in the court because Daniel Monroe forged a perfect document of transfer of ownership as Richard Pepper."

"So," Jaxon's mind Sharpened like a blade, "he's using the same method. Killing people and taking what belongs to them."

"Perfect," Knox nodded. "And the most interesting thing— he works for people too. Big clients. Monolithic dogs. He has connections."

Jaxon turned to look at Knox, his brow drew tight, his expression hardening "Did you get his location?"

"He's not static. But I've got a trajectory. The Grayson estate. One of the expensive private properties in the city," Knox reported, "Daniel is currently out of the country— he left early this morning before her daughter's wedding currently taking place at one of the city's biggest halls— the grand palace."

Jaxon smirked— sharp, cold and calculating. He didn't need any details again. Details mean wasting time when his blood was boiling for revenge.

"I'm attending the party," he clipped, his voice rough. "I'll leave a message for Daniel."

He was already moving towards the door when Knox's voice came behind him again.

" Master," he walked up to him gently, his expression carrying concern he couldn't mask beneath the usual surface stoic expression.

"Should I take care of it, Master? Or You can simply make a call— The Rapid Response Division. They'll handle the trouble. You just returned to the city after nine years of consistent violent battles. You deserve the honour of resting. If you give me the command, I'll handle it however you want, Master." He bowed gently.

Jaxon turned to him, his hand on the brass handle of the door.

"This is my fight, Knox," He said, his voice quiet and firm. "If I have to go into war with the army of Daniel's people, then I'll gladly walk into it."

Knox didn't say more.

He wasn't concerned because Jaxon was walking there alone. He was only enthusiastic to serve him. His enemies should be the people scared of him because anyone who had the effrontery to go into a fight with Jaxon doesn't get to stay alive.

But Daniel Monroe was dangerous too.

Being his right hand man, he'd never protested against anything his master says— not because he couldn't but he dared not. He's always at the borderline between serving the Master and careful not to cross the limit regardless of how he took him as a close associate.

Jaxon walking there alone meant something really bloody is about to be witnessed because the War God is ruthless and Merciless.