Fane's lips twisted into a mirthless smile as he got down from the car.
"Ahem. I hope you don't mind, but you're coming along with us today."
Luca chuckled, cutting straight to the chase.
"Really? Where to?” Fane asked.
"The George family’s residence. You fed our young miss crotons, so you have no choice but to come along with us. Not a single one of your family members will b e spared if anything happens to the young miss!"
Luca looked at Fane. He knew the punk was probably a skilled fighter; Fane would not have been recruited a s a bodyguard for the Drake family otherwise.
However, they had numbers on their side, and they were the guards of the George family, thus they did not tremble before Fane.
"That's a normal response," came Fane's reply, but his forehead creased soon after. "What do you mean? You’ve already taken my family?"
"Hmph. What do you think, punk?”
One of the bodyguards chuckled. "We’re just missing you and your wife, but never mind your wife. She's a manager in the Drake family’s company, after all. You're more important!"
"You dare to take my family? How bold of you."
Fane’s expression darkened. A sudden chill swept over the area.
"Look, we don't want to raise a hand against them either, punk. Just come along with us quietly."
The bodyguard thought that they were in complete control of the situation and grinned at Fane. It was clear he did not think anything of the other man.
"It’s in your best interest that my family be left unharmed. It won't just be you who'll accompany them to the grave otherwise—and even after I'm done with all the Georges, the bodies still won't be enough!"
Fane's features hardened; his fingers curled into fists.
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