Xavier kicked open the wooden door of the study, striding in with Evan and Willie behind him.
The men had just fought through a fierce gun battle inside the house. Xavier's ruggedly handsome face was splattered with blood, and the mix of gunpowder and the sickly sweet scent of blood clung to him. Sweat glistened on his tense muscles.
He walked in briskly, casually moving to the desk and using a tea towel to wipe the blood from his face. "Sorry, Logan, for the mess," he said in a low voice.
Sorry? Was this mockery?
Logan's eyes widened in fury. He tried to stand and confront Xavier but was so angry that his limbs went numb. With the help of his subordinates, he barely managed to stand, pointing his gun at Xavier.
"Xavier, how dare you disregard the marital alliance between our families
