Rhys sat at the head of the conference table, his hands clenched into fists as he listened to Xavier's plan for revenge.
He wanted to make the Russians pay for what they had done to his brother and he wouldn't rest until he had gotten his revenge.
"We hit them where it hurts," Xavier was saying, his voice low and steady. "We take out their operations, sabotage their deals. We make it clear that this kind of thing is not tolerated."
Rhys nodded, his jaw clenched. "I like it. But I want more. I want to make them suffer like they made my brother suffer."
Xavier's expression softened. "I understand your anger, Rhys. But we can't let our emotions cloud our judgment. If we make rash decisions, it could backfire and hurt us in the long run."
Rhys let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You're right. We need to be smart about this. But I can't just sit back and do nothing."
