“ If we give him what he wants, we'd never be free from this disrespect,” the other killer whispered. “ We have snipers too, and well-trained assassins. If his wife can be shot, so can he.”

Shadowy paused. He glanced at his men and the one who had already been killed.

Truly. If he succumbed to Antonio now, he'd never be feared and the disrespect would never cease.

He glanced at Antonio and his fingers twitched. He felt anger brewing inside him at Antonio's arrogance, how he sat there like a king. Unbothered. Untouched. Like he owns the damn place.

“ Mr Brayden,” Shadowy called, finally decided he wouldn't let...