Alexander sat in his opulent room, his sharp features illuminated by the soft golden light filtering through the curtains. Anna's words replayed in his mind, over and over, like a haunting melody.
"I hate them… but I can't do anything. I'm powerless."
Her voice trembled with pain and helplessness, and it struck a nerve in him he didn't know existed. He leaned back in his chair, gripping his phone tightly. He hated the idea of anyone hurting her, let alone those who were supposed to protect her. No, those people weren't human. They were parasites feeding off her misery.
Without hesitation, he dialed Marcus, his most trusted enforcer.
"Marcus," he said curtly when the man answered on the first ring.
"Sir," came Marcus's steady reply.
"I have a job for you," Alexander continued, his tone as sharp as a blade. "I want Anna's uncle and aunt taken. Quietly. I want them delivered to the estate. Tonight."
