A slow, mocking clap echoed from behind me.
“Well, well… if it isn’t Ryder George.”
I turned around, I clenched my fists already before I even saw his face. It was Alistair.
He walked into the room with an arrogant smirk visible across his face, his hands were in his pockets like he owned the place. His suit was pristine, as if he hadn’t just ordered men to break into the house and attack Delilah.
I tightened my jaw and I took a step forward. “Haven’t you learned your lesson?” I spat.
Alistair chuckled, he shook his head. “Lesson?” His eyes became darkened as he tilted his head slightly. “Ryder, last time… you got lucky.” He pointed toward the men surrounding me. “But today? Luck won’t save you.”
One by one, he pointed at them.
“These men? They aren’t some street-level martial artis
