The doorbell rang.
Just one clean ding that sliced through the heavy silence of Daniel Warren’s mansion.
Daniel didn’t flinch. Hiis eyes cold, calculating, f*****g slid to his right-hand man with a look that didn’t need words.
Stand the f**k up. Do your job.
The command lived in that stare, heavy.
The right-hand man’s chest tightened. For half a second, weakness tried to crawl back in the image of his parents’ bodies wrapped in white sheets but he crushed it down hard. Weakness had almost gotten him killed already.
“I won’t give up,” he told himself, jaw clenching.
“ I’ll avenge them. But I’ll do it smart. I’ll survive first.”
He straightened, wiped the lingering madness from his face, and bowed his head just enough to look obedient.
“I was wrong,” he said, voice steady even thoug
