I smile a little uneasily, but right now the Albino’s passion for violence is just what we need. I pat him on the shoulder. “Go there, come straight back. We can’t have you getting hurt, too.”
He grins. “Let them try.”
He swaggers down the hallway and I head for the exit, a pit in my belly. I can tell the guards think a couple of them should be going with me, but I must look how I feel, which is pretty f*****g pissed off, because they know better than to mention anything. I jump on my motorcycle and race back through the city to the mansion. It’s time to gather the troops. It’s time to wage all-out war.
As cliché as it might be, it’s true: it’s time to kill or be killed.
In the mansion, I go to the conference room and start dialing the men. I walk up and down the office, trying not to
