God Of War Returns as a Daddy novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 A Declaration of war! Sean's Gift

Outside the villa of the Taylor Family.

Thirty bodyguards quickly assembled and stood by, eight gray vans parked nearby, ready to go.

With the accumulated deposits of the Taylor Family over the years, it was naturally impossible for them to have only such a small number of staff, but most of the bodyguards were arranged in the company to take charge of the group's security work.

These were just the bodyguards guarding the villa.

They didn't have time to call in the bodyguards from the office.

And it was not just about the Taylor family. Morton Miller and Connor Scott had called home and would also send someone to Peace Cemetery in the western suburbs of Hilshire.

When three families met, there must be over a hundred!

With Reid sent by the Mason family of the capital city, it should be more than enough to handle Sean!

"Get in the car!"

Michael Taylor came out of the house with Morton Miller and Connor Scott and took a look at the guards outside. With a wave of Michael Taylor's hand and a command, 30 bodyguards turned around, opened the doors of the vans, and swarmed in.

Just then.

A young man came this way in a timid, shifty manner, not looking like a good man. A leather jacket was held tightly in his arms.

This is the man Leo sent to give Michael Taylor a "gift" at Sean's behest.

Wrapped in the leather jacket was, of course, Sean's "gift" to Michael Taylor, Caleb Taylor's severed hands.

What the hell?

He felt an indescribable shock at the sight of the situation at the gate of the villa. He was already scared to death to come to the Taylor Family to deliver hands. His legs trembled at the sight, and he felt the urge to urinate.

So…

Could they be after Mr. Mason?

While he was thinking and worried, a cold gaze suddenly fell on him. Someone from the Taylor family noticed his presence and snapped, "Fuck off! The road is closed today!"

That punk was scared and he said hurriedly, "I, I came to deliver something."

"What?"

The man of the Taylor family was stunned, "What was that?"

"It's this…"

Separated a dozen meters away, the gangster stopped and didn't dare go forward. He pulled the leather coat out of his arms, bent down on the concrete at his feet, and said, "This is a great gift from Mr. Mason to Mr. Taylor."

As soon as he said that, he stood up and ran away.

And he ran very fast!

It was as if the leather jacket contained a timed bomb that would blow him up if he was too slow.

Mr. Mason!

Mason!

Those present were now particularly sensitive to the word "Mason". Their strained nerves jerked when they heard the gangster's words and saw his abnormal reaction.

"Go and get it over here!"

Michael Taylor's pupils constricted, his stomach thumped, and he knew something was wrong.

"Yes."

Immediately someone from the Taylor Family ran over and picked up the leather jacket and brought it back.

Michael Taylor looked down and said, "Open it!"

"Mr. Taylor, it's…"

The man from the Taylor Family was hesitant. Through the leather jacket he felt the contents, and his heart grew dark. He was obviously on to something. He didn't know whether to open it in front of Morton Miller and Connor Scott.

"I told you to open it. Are you deaf?" Michael Taylor's eyes glowed with anger.

"Okay…"

He had no choice but to obey orders. Holding it in one hand, with the other he slowly undid the sleeves of the leather jacket that he had tied together, and then gently pushed it aside.

The next moment, a pair of bloody hands came into view!

"Well!"

They were, after all, the heads of three great families on the south side of the city. Although they were shocked, they did not scream and panic like most people.

Even so, Morton Miller and Connor Scott took a few steps back.

And Michael Taylor's face was filled with rage!

He recognized the hands of his son Caleb Taylor!

On his right thumb was a ring with Caleb Taylor's name on it, which he had given him as a present for his 18th birthday.

Now, Sean sent the ring back to Caleb Taylor, along with both of his hands, claiming it was a gift for him!

A gift?

No!

This was a provocation! A declaration of war!

Sean was telling him, loud and clear, that blood must be paid with blood!

And Caleb Taylor's blood was just a prelude!

It was just the beginning!

It was just interesting!

What Sean really wanted was the blood of Michael Taylor! Or, even his life! He wanted the Taylor family to die to make up for the death of Nicola and Jayden's family.

This was a blood feud!

Either you died or I died.

"Mr. Taylor, please don't be mad…"

With tears in his eyes and a trembling voice, the Taylor family member advised. His hands, which were holding Caleb Taylor's, were shaking violently.

"Sean Mason!"

Michael Taylor was so pissed off. He gritted his teeth, and through them came a cold voice, with an indescribable murderous intensity, "Today, I'm gonna take your fucking life!"

"I'm gonna cut you to a pulp!"

His hate was at its limit!