Mike stormed into the house, rage building in his chest as he caught sight of the infamous Stewart siblings—the most dreaded group in the black markets, with reputations so terrifying that people went out of their way to avoid them.
The blonde-haired Kyle, with a smirk that didn't fade even while carrying out the cruelest acts, was known as the Death Clown.
Taylor, his hair dyed a fierce red, carved his name into the flesh of his victims, earning him the title of Death Carver.
And Skylar, with his calm demeanor and ever-present book, was the Deadly Scholar.
Olivia, the sole woman among the four siblings, sauntered toward Mike, her gaze filled with dangerous allure.
She beckoned him with a seductive smile, a stark contrast to her equally chilling reputation as a lethal temptress.
Beside her, Ryan sat coolly, his cold stare promising only mayhem.
"We're here for boss Nicholas," Olivia purred, her voice a silken dagger. "Call him now."Mike, knowing all too well the danger these siblings posed, instinctively backed away from Olivia's approach.
"I don't care why you're here," Mike said, his jaw clenched tightly. "Boss isn't here, and I'm not calling him for you."
Kyle cocked his head, his grin twisting into a menacing sneer. "Oh, you'll call him," he said, his tone laced with threat. "Or I'll make sure you regret it."
Taylor's eyes glinted, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. Skylar didn't even look up from his book, his expression as impassive as ever.
As the confrontation unfolded, Ryan nonchalantly picked at his nails, as though the exchange between Mike and his siblings was nothing more than an amusing diversion.
Kyle smiles cheekily as he slapped mikes shoulders playfully.
"Hey, Michael," he taunted, his tone dripping with insincerity. "Chill out, we're here with good intentions. No trouble, no worries."
Mike knows the Kyle Stewarts like the back of his hands, Mike knew that this kind of calculated sweetness was nothing but a trap, a tool used to disarm his prey before they even realized they were in danger.
Mike's icy glare sharpened as he roughly shoved Kyle's hand off his shoulder, the disgust in his eyes plain as day. Kyle, seemingly amused by the whole situation, chuckled to himself, his eyebrow raised in mock surprise as a smirk played on his lips.
"Even after all these years, you still know me so well, Michael," he smiled, his tone oozing with amusement. "Bravo micheal."
With a smug glint in his eye, Taylor sauntered over to Mike, his grin brimming with malice.
Taylor's self-assured smirk seemed to grow as he stopped just inches from Mike's face, so close that Mike could feel the heat of Taylor's breath against his skin.
"You're either gonna make that call, or I'll carve my signature into your Tommy," he threatened, his voice low and dangerous. "And I don't mean your shirt."
Mike, undaunted by Taylor's proximity and threats, met his gaze , a smirk playing on his lips. "I'd love to see you try," he taunted, his voice laden with challenge.
From the doorway, Lana silently observed the unfolding drama, her heart pounding as she watched the silent exchange between Mike and the Stewarts, her lips curling into a slight, nervous smile as she contemplated her next move.
She turned around slowly only to see four pairs of shoes staring back at her, she looked up and saw four bodyguards glaring at her.
She smiled nervously and turned back to peeping through the door.
However, as the standoff between Mike and Taylor escalated, Lana caught sight of a glinting knife in Taylor's hand and her blood ran cold. She knew she had to intervene, and with the four bodyguards eyeing her like a valuable possession, she felt her discomfort rise.
Without hesitation, Lana pushed the door open and shouted, "Stop!"
In the silence that followed Lana's sudden outburst, the Stewarts' attention shifted from Mike to her, their eyes narrowing as they took in the sight of her standing defiantly in the doorway.
She could see Mike muttered the word 'fuck', and she knew instantly that she had made a mistake.
As Olivia stepped forward with a seductive sway, her brow furrowing with displeasure, Lana stood her ground, her fists clenched around the hem of her gown.
"Who are you?" she questioned, her voice low and dangerous, as she approached the young woman, who stood her ground, her hands clenching tightly to the fabric of her gown.
Mike's teeth ground together as he watched Olivia move in on Lana, her fingers tracing a possessive path along Lana's face and body.
Taylor, a smirk playing on his lips, stared at Mike , and joined his sister, their gaze piercing gaze scanning every inch of the young woman.
Kyle, a cruel smile curling his lips, turned to Mike "Your girlfriend is quite the beauty," Kyle taunted, his voice laced with malice as he took a step towards Lana.
Olivia continued her inspection of Lana, her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she cupped the young woman's face in her hand, her grip firm and unrelenting.
Lana watched, a nervous smile twitching at the corner of her mouth, as the Stewart siblings inspected her. She tried to inch back towards Mike, but Olivia grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
Mike surged forward to protect Lana, but Taylor blocked his path, shoving him violently against the wall. Mike crashed to the floor with a pained grunt, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Let her go," Mike growled, the fury in his voice palpable as he struggled to his feet."Why should we?" Skyler interjected, his eyes studying Lana with cold disinterest as he closes the book in his hands.
Olivia's smirk deepened as she tightened her grip on Lana's neck, her sharp nails digging into the young woman's flesh, who winced in pain, her hands desperately trying to pry away Olivia's grip."Let her go, Olivia," Mike barked, his voice a warning growl as he pulled himself to his feet. "Boss Nicholas won't let you off, if he finds out about this"
Olivia's eyes widened as she let go of Lana "she's… the one?"