Liam twisted Wilson's hand with brutal force, snapping it clean at a right angle."Ah! My hand!!"The sickening snap of bone echoed, followed by Wilson's agonized howls as his hand was gruesomely broken for all to see.Wilson staggered back, clutching his mangled hand, his face a mask of pain and terror as he stared at Liam, the unexpected avenger."Who... who the hell are you? Do you even know who I am? You've got some nerve, meddling like this. You think I won't have you taken out for this?" Wilson bellowed in rage.Liam ignored the outburst, merely shooting a frosty look at Wilson and the thugs rushing to his aid, knives drawn and glinting with menace, ready to strike at any sudden move.Unfazed, Liam simply arched an eyebrow and turned to Calum. "Pay them," he ordered, his voice calm and commanding.Calum strode up with purpose, a sleek silver case in hand, and tossed it at the feet of a man known as Wilson. His voice was icy as he spoke, "Here's 60 thousand dollars. The deb
"Mr. Nevens, let's sit down and have a talk."With that, Liam guided Jonathan to a seat inside the shop, and they spent a long time catching up, with Liam learning about how Jonathan had been getting on those past few years.Meanwhile, Calum had taken care of Wilson and his gang of thugs and was then tidying up the chaos they had left at the door.Yazmine offered Liam a cup of water with a sheepish smile. "Lammy, please have some water. I'm sorry, we're out of coffee, just water."Liam rose swiftly to accept it, grinning. "No worries, Mrs. Nevens. Thank you."It took Jonathan a moment to grasp that that was not a dream. He dabbed at the tears in his eyes, his grip on Liam's hand unyielding, as he asked with a surge of emotion, "Lammy, now that you're back in Drunham City, what's your game plan?"Jonathan had a knack for reading people. The man at the door had an air of importance, and his allegiance to Liam spoke volumes about Liam's own standing.Without beating around the bush
"Pulling in various power players? Looks like the mastermind behind the scenes is no small fry, Lammy. You've got a plan up your sleeve, don't you?" Jonathan inquired.Liam flashed a knowing smile and nodded, then laid out his strategy, "Exactly. Snatching up the Cole group is just step one. That's why I'm here today, Mr. Nevens. I need someone I can trust to run the show, and that's you. With you in charge, I can focus on the next moves without a worry."Jonathan's expression flickered with concern, but after a brief silence, he gave a solemn nod and committed, "You got it, Lammy. You have my word."At that, Liam beamed, his grip firm on Jonathan's hand, eyes alight with thanks. "Mr. Nevens, I can't thank you enough."With a comforting pat on Liam's hand, Jonathan glanced at the chaos of the fruit shop and voiced his worry, "Liam, I'm just glad you're back in one piece. However, you went in hot today. "That Scarface guy, Wilson, is Daxton's associate, and breaking his hand? That
Lyla's heart was heavy with injustice. She had only spoken the truth, and yet Jonathan had scolded her, making her feel even more resentful toward Liam."At least you acknowledge it," she retorted.With a look that was both hurt and defiant, she said to Jonathan, "Dad, I was just stating the facts."Then, Lyla turned and dashed out the door with a frustrated stomp of her foot.Jonathan, concerned, called out after her, "Lyla, Lyla..."Lyla hesitated for a moment at the sound of her name but did not look back and kept on going.Liam watched the scene, a crease of concern forming on his brow. "Mr. Nevens, is Lyla upset?"Jonathan shook his head, his voice tinged with regret. "No, she's just got a lot on her mind. She blames me. I've failed her and her mother these past few years. If it weren't for my mistakes, Lyla wouldn't have to juggle school and a job to make ends meet at such a young age, ah..."Jonathan's eyes welled up again as he spoke of his eldest daughter, her maturity
With no one to challenge him, Daxton did not just climb to the top, he became the kingpin of Copper Alley.Daxton had clawed his way up to a level where he could hold his own against some of the city's heavy hitters. Yet, for all his hustle, the top dogs still snubbed him. To them, Daxton was nothing more than a street thug playing boss. He might have had the Copper Alley's nightlife in his pocket and a crew of over a hundred loyalists, but he was not seen as big-league material.However, Daxton was not one to sit still. He had rubbed elbows with some of Drunham City's elite and opened up hotels and businesses in his slice of the city. His success did not go unnoticed, and soon enough, the city's envious eyes turned toward his turf.Some of the more impatient ones tried to cut deals with Daxton, eager for a piece of the action. However, they bit off more than they could chew and ended up getting a reality check from Daxton himself. His move did not win him any friends, but Daxton
"Same here, I sent my people to Daxton, and it was a bust. Word is, Daxton's got his fingers in pies with some big-shot families, got himself some heavy hitters backing him. We can't even get a foot in the door for a slice of the pie!""Yeah, Mr. Wafer, cut to the chase, will you? What's the scoop? Don't tell me the big guns have stepped in..."Seeing the crowd getting antsy, Eaden cracked a smile and said, "What's got you all spooked? I've got something up my sleeve. Since when did you all turn into a bunch of scaredy-cats? Daxton's small potatoes."Let me lay it out for you. Daxton's gone and ticked off someone way out of his league, and right now, that big shot's over in Copper Alley, gearing up to take Daxton down. Anyone itching for a piece of that action, you're with me!"At that revelation, a wave of disbelief and shock washed over the faces of everyone in the room.Daxton crossed someone that powerful?!One person, doubt written all over his face, asked, "Mr. Wafer, you c
Meanwhile, Eaden, having wrapped up his call, had his crew, hundreds strong, rally up from their various haunts and hangouts.A good three to four hundred of them, all clad in black, piled into the fleet of black sedans lined up along the curb.The convoy of sedans rolled out from every street corner, heading for Western Precinct's Copper Alley, drawing curious glances from the locals.Over at Western Precinct, Liam and Calum had made it to Daxton's lair, a clubhouse called Moonstream Pavilion right at the entrance.Calum stood off to the side respectfully, while Liam leaned against the car, taking drags off his cigarette with a brooding look toward the horizon.As he flicked the last bit of ash from his smoke, Liam's voice cut through the air, composed and decisive, "Let's roll."Calum nodded, sprinted to the Moonstream Pavilion's entrance, and with a powerful kick, he shattered the towering glass door.Crash!The sound of the shattering glass sent shockwaves through the clubh
However, none of the thugs dared to charge forward this time. They were no fools. Their crew were all down on the floor before they could even see Calum striking. He was that terrifying. If they were to charge at him, they would be getting themselves killed.Seeing that none of his crew dared to attack, the muscular ringleader became incensed. He kicked a thug next to him who was slowly retreating and bellowed, "Damn it! Do you not understand what I say? There are so many of you! What are you fucking afraid of?"The thug that was kicked looked terrified as he said in a shaking voice, "He's too strong, sir. We would all be dead even if we charged at him at once."The rest of the thugs nodded in agreement.That was no joke at all. With how strong Calum was, they would truly be getting themselves killed if they were to attack him, would they not?The leader's eyes were filled with rage upon hearing that. He grabbed a knife from the thug next to him and shouted furiously, "What a bunc