Xander's POV.My eyes twisted to Michael Paige and I saw the twisted smile on his face, a grin that could've been mistaken for pride. He slapped me on the back, his hand lingering a moment longer than necessary. There was something in his gaze, something almost...approving. As if he'd been waiting for me to prove myself in some way.“I think it's time we get out of here,” Angelo said, his voice cutting through the moment, drawing me back to reality. He stood across the room, still keeping the remaining partners of my father pinned to their seats. Fear had turned their faces pale, their eyes wide with terror, unable to move.I glanced at my father's lifeless body one last time, disfigured and crumpled up on the table, his face a mask of agony, his blood staining the floor.They were all the same. Monsters who took from others without hesitation, without remorse. And though I felt no desire to spill more blood, I knew that I had to. These men didn't deserve to breathe. They don't dese
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