"Try me." Ezra stated, his gaze unwavering. "You know I can and will. This is not a bluff. Every day you hold on to the gang, you risk losing more than just money."
Macmillan's fingers drummed on the table, his mind visibly working through the implications. Griffin watched the exchange with keen interest, his expression neutral but his eyes sharp.
"Ezra is right," Olivia added, her voice calm but firm. "We are not playing games here. The reward for failure is death and you know we have the capability to follow through on our threats."
The tension in the room spiked, each party waiting for Macmillan's next move. Ezra could see the gears turning in his mind, weighing the risks and benefits. The more people he lost, the harder it would be for him to get whatever assets he wanted to pull out. It was much harder to maintain a gang when all gang members are gone.
