Michael’s mind immediately flashed back to the restaurant, to the sneering thug who’d picked up the pipe. "We answer to Cobra himself."
Cobra. The neighborhood's worst gangster.
Michael’s jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. The pieces clicked into place: Lucas must have hired them to kidnap her.
“If you as much as lay a single finger on her head,” Michael hissed into the phone, his voice a low, terrifying rumble, “I will not spare you and your family.”
Cobra’s cruel laughter boomed through the speaker. “Empty threats, little man! You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. You had the guts to kill the men whowork for me. I’ll have my fun drinking your blood.”
The air went cold.
“Lucky for me,” Cobra continued, his voice dripping with malice, “I was cinformedhat someone wiwou
