Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1848

In the dimly lit living room, where shadows danced unexpectedly, Colby moved with the ease of someone who didn't need light to find his way. He made it to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water without missing a beat.

"So, what's the deal? Why'd you bring me here?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Alec had slipped in through the backyard, avoiding alarms and prying eyes. It wasn't sheer skill that got him this far; he had Adler's tech wizardry up his sleeve.

"If you've got nothing to say, don't be surprised if I kick you out," Colby remarked, his tone as chilly as the night air.

"Mr. Costello, I want you to mentor me," Alec said, his eyes locked with determination.

his gaze like ice. Even in the gloom, you could feel the

among seasoned pros. If he wanted to safeguard those he cared about, he had to push past

quickly overshadowed by an intense, almost tangible tension. "Why would I trust you to protect my

to shrink under the weight of Colby's presence. Alec had heard him speak before, but now he truly grasped the gravity of his aura. It was the kind of menace that only comes

second. Gathering his resolve, he charged at Colby, fist ready. But before he could even get

control. While Alec was still processing what happened, a military knife appeared, its cold blade pressing lightly against his throat, sending a shiver through his

prove yourself, first try to withstand just one move from me," Colby said, withdrawing the knife and

lit a cigarette, and watched its ember flicker in the night. It reminded him of a time long past-twenty years ago, when life was drenched in