The cafeteria, once buzzing with the mundane chatter of employees, had fallen into a deathly silence. All eyes were locked on the confrontation unfolding at the center—Maison Cariedo, a man foolish enough to storm into Black territory with a gun and a vendetta.
Duncan Black stood with an air of detached irritation, his posture relaxed, but his dark eyes sharp as a blade. The air around him crackled with unspoken violence.
"Mr. Duncan Black," Maison began, his voice strained with forced civility. "I am not here to disrespect your territory. I’m here for the w***e who seduced my son—and your brother. She’s the one who ruined the peace between our families."
A derisive snort escaped Duncan’s lips, but he said nothing, letting the man dig his own grave.
Maison’s gaze flicked toward
