“Stop!” Gory's unmistakable voice came, then he stepped into the training ground. Amaria's hand went down slowly, and she pinched herself by her side.

“Lock him up instead,” he ordered, and quietness rented the place immediately. The mobsters just kept looking on, and the fifty-two guards had now paused.

“What do you mean by that, father?” Kaden stood. “Let me teach this bastard some lessons.”

“Since he is so precious to Rage, I will use him to get the goods from him,” Gory replied.

“And then what? If Rage releases the goods, you'll spare Konstantin? Don't give me that, father.” Kaden moved closer to Gory.

“You only have to watch....