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 frostiness of his stare-a look that

him through the wringer at school, he realized he was a rookie among seasoned pros. If he wanted to safeguard those he cared about, he had to push past his limits. And Colby was the only one who could

quickly overshadowed by an

presence. Alec had heard him speak before, but now he truly grasped the gravity of his

forehead, the tension in the room growing thicker by the second. Gathering his resolve,

a single, deft motion, Colby had Alec under control. While Alec was still processing what happened, a military knife appeared, its cold

Damita's peace. If you want to prove yourself, first try to withstand just one move from me," Colby said,

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 turmoil. But those days were gone, and neither the blade nor the smoke would