Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1887

It was a rare sight to see Colby and Griffin drunk, almost like spotting a unicorn. Even when they were knocked out, their bodies had this instinctive self-defense mode. Anyone bold enough to disturb them might get an unexpected and potentially dangerous reaction.

"Why don't we just let them be?" Alec suggested. "Worst case, they'll wake up with a few sore muscles."

Alec didn't buy the idea that these tough old guys were so delicate that a night on the floor would do any real damage.

"What was that?" Fiona jumped in, not waiting for Alec to finish as she reached out to steady Harold. As she did, a bottle silently slipped from Harold's pocket, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Remarkably, the bottle didn't break, hinting it wasn't your average glass.

set Harold down and curiously picked up the bottle. "Wow, this stuff's tough. Didn't even

scent hit her nostrils. Alec quickly swatted her

he won't care," Fiona shot back, though she dutifully screwed

muttering something, so she leaned

"Slow what?"

Fiona shrugged, baffled by her uncle's cryptic

to when he first joined the military. He was young and a

he wanted to enlist, He wanted to be a man like Colby Colby had always

himself that a man had to be strong enough

he was all set to join the Costello family's regiment for training. The