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You got a couple hundred grand waiting for a cop to turn a blind eye, they’d take it. Businessmen were the same.

It sickened Xavier, especially as he’d been one of them. The temptation of money when he’d been poor had been too strong to turn down. It meant power and security.

He was no better than those pieces of shit, which was why he never looked in the mirror anymore.

There was a time he’d look into his eyes and remember the horrors he’d experienced. That drove him to keep on going. To make sure he never suffered at another’s hands again.

Only, as time went on, he came to see that the more he looked in his eyes, the more he realized he hated himself. He fucking hated what he saw.

The real monster was staring right back at him.

“We’ve got movement.” Tilting his lens, he saw six men enter the apartment.

There was a woman. She wore nothing, and for some reason he wondered why no one had stopped them. Her hands were bound, tape covered her mouth, and her face was bruised.

Xavier focused the lens as they moved to the apartment. The man, their hit, threw her across the room. With her hands bound, she crashed onto the table.

The men burst out laughing. One man pulled out a gun and fired, the glass table shattering. The broken glass cut her body as she dropped down.

“Wait for it,” Viper said. “We need a clear shot so we can take them all out.”

He was happy to wait.

Fucking cowards, beating the shit out of a bound woman. It hit too close to home. He envisioned his sister being tossed around like garbage, no one to defend her. She’d be about that woman’s age now.

“I counted six,” Viper said.

They only had visual on four.

Xavier was starting to get a little fucking irritated.

One of the men lifted her head up, slapped her face and then used his booted foot to crush her into the glass. He could imagine her screams.

Another man kicked her.

He’d had enough.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

He crawle

d toward the door. Once he was clear, he got to his feet and charged down the stairs. He didn’t give a fuck that this wasn’t Boss’s order.

This was not how he did business. Rushing across the road, he entered the apartment block. On the stairs, he saw one guard who was playing with a ball. All it took was a blade to the neck to kill the fucker. Before he could make a noise with his fall, Xavier lowered him gently on the ground. Taking the steps two at a time, he heard Viper growling in his ear, but he ignored that.

With his knives in his hands, he saw another man just outside of the door to the apartment. The other one they couldn’t get a visual on.

He’d checked out the entire layout of the two places.

With the next guard also dead, he leaned the body back against the wall.

“When I say, start shooting,” Xavier said.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Trust me.” Taking a deep breath, he thought about his sister. “Shoot!”

He kicked the door in, taking them by surprise.


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