THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER

CHAPTER 4- "Justice for Kyle"

The atmosphere in the Carter estate turned colder as Jack Sullivan stepped forward, his presence unnerving even the most confident of the Carter family’s allies. 

Surrounded by the guards, and still a smirk on his lips.

In his hand was a tablet, the screen illuminated with damning evidence.

The guests, drawn by the tension, leaned in to catch every word.

"You think your money can cover up everything, Alex?" Jack said, his tone steady and menacing.

"Think again."

Alex smirked, folding his arms.

"And what’s this? Some fancy tech trick to scare me? Please, Sullivan. You’re a broken man trying to play hero."

Jack tapped the screen, and a video began to play.

It showed Alex’s Maserati, speeding recklessly through Havenwood’s streets, the timestamp clearly marking the day Kyle was killed.

Another clip followed—security footage of Alex laughing in a bar just hours after the accident, bragging about how "some idiot jumped in front of his car."

The guests gasped, their murmurs growing louder.

"So what?" Alex said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"You think this changes anything? I told you already—it was his fault for being in my way. I paid for the damages, didn’t I?"

Jack’s gaze hardened.

"You paid to silence the law. But you can’t silence justice."

Alex stepped closer, a mocking grin plastered on his face.

"Justice? You? Don’t make me laugh. You’re nothing but a washed-up lunatic playing soldier. Do you even remember the lullabies you used to sing while scrubbing floors? Maybe you should wear a frock and dance for us. That’s what suits you."

The crowd erupted in uneasy laughter, their discomfort evident but masked by Alex’s bravado.

Jack didn’t flinch. He let the laughter die down before speaking.

"You’re proud of this, aren’t you?" he said quietly.

"Killing a man and mocking his memory?"

Alex’s grin widened.

"Why wouldn’t I be? That dog of yours had it coming. And as for you—" he jabbed a finger at Jack— "you’ll always be the town fool. So why don’t you crawl back to whatever hole you came from and leave the real men to enjoy the party?"

The tension in the room was suffocating, every eye on Jack.

Without a word, Jack moved.

In one swift motion, his hand lashed out, the glint of a blade catching the light.

A sharp, wet gurgle followed as Alex staggered back, clutching his throat, blood spilling between his fingers.

The room froze in collective shock.

Alex collapsed to the floor, his eyes wide with disbelief as life drained from his body.

Gasps and screams echoed through the hall, the once-lively party descending into chaos.

Charles Carter, stunned, stared at his son’s lifeless body before his gaze snapped to Jack. "

You... you’ll pay for this!" he roared. "Guards! Kill him!"

The guards moved to act, but before they could take a step, Matilda tossed a small device onto the floor.

A deafening bang followed, accompanied by a blinding flash of light.

The concussion bomb left everyone in the room disoriented, clutching their ears or shielding their eyes.

As the dust settled, Jack stood tall, his expression calm and unyielding.

Matilda stood at his side, her posture firm, her presence exuding authority.

"You’ve been living on borrowed time, Charles," Jack said, his voice cutting through the chaos.

"The Iron Wolf Battalion’s commander isn’t the broken man you once mocked. He’s back—and he’s coming for everything you hold."

Charles, still reeling from the shock, could only stare as Jack turned and walked toward the door, Matilda following close behind.

Before leaving, Jack paused at the threshold, glancing back at the blood-stained room.

"This was justice for Kyle," he said, his voice low but firm.

"And next your head would be there, if you cross my path."