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.

curiously picked up the bottle.

nostrils. Alec quickly swatted her hand away, frowning. "Don't mess with

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

thought she heard Harold muttering something, so she leaned in to catch his words.

"Slow what?"

baffled by

all the reminiscing, Harold's mind wandered back to when he first joined the

Gordon he wanted to enlist, He wanted to be a man like Colby

that a man had to be strong enough to fight for the woman he loved. His brother surprisingly

the Costello family's regiment for training. The Costellos had a long-standing influence in the military, and their training was notoriously