Robert was a storm of pure, cold fury. The moment he stepped out of the hospital, he didn't wait for a single explanation. King Stuar had already made the call, authorizing the underworld paramilitary wings to follow his son's command.
Robert climbed into the back of a blacked-out SUV, his jaw tight. No matter what happens today, Gabriel is dead, he muttered to himself. That minor mafia throne belongs to me. I will crush the Mars Group before I even take the crown of the underworld. The convoy roared to life, heading straight for the industrial district where the Mars Group—Gabriel's kingdom—was fortified.
At the Hospital...
Bright stood at the entrance of the hospital, his eyes bloodshot and his clothes rumpled. He hadn't slept a wink. He had waited for hours for a call from Levis that never came. I can't wait anymore. I have to see him.
Inside Xavier's ward, the air was thick with suspicion.
