Harrington's laughter echoed through the penthouse, a low, guttural sound that grated on Michael's nerves. I could feel the tension radiating from Michael, his body rigid, ready for action. The stakes had never been higher, and Harrington, standing smug and defiant, was a reminder of just how dangerous this situation could become.
"You think it's over?" Harrington smirked, his gaze shifting between Michael, Jack and i. "You're walking into a fight you can't win. I have connections that reach further than you know."
Michael's grip on his gun tightened, though he kept it holstered for now. "You're out of options, Harrington. Your network is crumbling, and your allies won't protect you when this all comes crashing down."
Harrington's expression faltered for just a split second, but he quickly regained his composure. "You don't know the half of it, Stone. You think you've got me backed into a corner, but you've underestimated me."
