Inside his dimly lit room, Axton paced back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. His breathing was heavy, his chest tight with the storm of emotions raging inside him. Downstairs, his mother was still laughing happily in front of the television, celebrating Angelina’s suffering without realizing that death itself was sleeping under their roof tonight.Axton stared at the screen of his phone. His fingers trembled, yet his eyes radiated a determination that had suddenly crystallized. Enough was enough. He was tired of being a slave to a devil-hearted man who had used his hatred to destroy the Derox Family all this time. He wanted freedom, even if the price was the greatest betrayal of all.With one press, he dialed the number he had avoided the most tonight.Hans Derox’s number.The call connected on the third ring. The voice on the other end sounded cold, sharp, and full of threat.“Who is this? If this is some prank call, then you picked the wrong person to play with tonight,” Han
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