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The old man said, "Unfortunately, I can't kill you tonight. I've been given strict orders that you're his target, and he wants to deal with you personally."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Mind telling me who the person is?"

With a proud smirk, the old man replied, "The pride of the Driscolls in Gabo Creek Joe!"

Andrew nodded. "I've heard the name in passing."

The old man scoffed. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Daring to snatch a woman Mr. Driscoll likes. I know you've been making waves in Blumedale. Governor McCormick and the Kellers seem to have your back. But kid, don't get cocky. In front of the Three Titans, you're nothing more than a weed waiting to be pulled."

Andrew smiled. "Got it, castrato."

The old man's eye twitched at the insult. "Watch your mouth when you say that word."

Andrew grinned wider. "Sure thing, castrato."

The old man's voice sharpened. "You really have a death wish, don't you?"

Andrew remained unfazed. "What a thing to say, castrato. No one wants to die if they've still got breath in them."

The old man was so enraged that he actually laughed. "You little bastard, you really are as reckless as the rumors say. The Driscolls have their sights on you now, so you'd better get your affairs in order."

With that, the SUV rolled off.

twisted, fuming face. He had served the Driscolls

over. Fury boiled in his chest, and he wanted nothing more

the SUV disappear, Andrew muttered, "Bah! What joke. The guy's a

creep really was missing

Driscolls. The outer operations were headed by Rafael, who was now six feet under and officially reporting to

remained shrouded in mystery. What people did know

monstrously powerful castrato with venom in

flesh, and the pressure coming off him had already reached the level of

Division was only one wing of the

Three Titans families did have a considerable foundation and could barely be considered elite dynasties. Then again, Andrew had even

battered car all the way back to Serenity Villa. The moment he stepped inside, three sweet voices rang out

"Honey!"

"Darling!"

"Honey!"

three jaw-dropping beauties, all dressed in barely-there sleepwear, clearly waiting

that tonight would inevitably

he asked boldly, throwing down the

his opponents did not play by the rules. All three of

we're

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