Chapter 12

MARK

... to control humans, you need to be in control...

The message came back to memory after breakfast. My uncle, Diamelo, who was the founder of the empire, always rang it in my ears like a reminder whenever I had issues with any of the men.

"Humans are like an excited dog," he would say. "A leash is all you need to keep them in place."

And as much as I hate to admit it, the leash had either gone slack or had snapped.

Either way, it wasn't a good thing.

I had to remind them who ran the fucking empire. They needed a reminder of the ruler of Madrid.

Even the police couldn't do anything if I wanted to fish out all my goons and raid the city. The entire police force dreaded me, anyway. It was worse that none of them had anything of evidence against me.

Reliable witnesses were always taken care of by Kenzo.

"I'm ready..." Kenzo called from the doorway. I nodded at him in satisfaction after seeing him in cargo pants and a large cardigan—a fit that easily concealed guns.

"I'm ready too,"