Chapter 13 - the fury of the beast
The young man screamed in agony, dropping to his knees on the marble floor. Silas stood towering behind him, murderous intent billowing from every pore. The mafia boss's pitch-black eyes now looked like nothing less than an abyss of death.
"You just touched what's mine," Silas roared in a deep, husky voice echoing through the silent space of the restaurant. He tossed the man away like a ragdoll, then stepped forward, blocking him to protect Harper.
The young man staggered to his feet, his face drained of every drop of blood. He recognized the familiar tattoos on Silas's neck. In Chicago, everyone knew of the supreme power and ruthlessness of the Vanguard family.
"Silas... I am the son of a congressman..." the young man stammered, trying to use his father's reputation as a shield.
"I don't care who your father is," Silas cut him off, stepping closer. "My rule is very simple: whoever insults this woman won't have the chance to see tomorrow's sun."
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The restaurant security didn't need to intervene. Four of Silas's undercover bodyguards stepped out from the shadows, tightly surrounding the scumbag.
👉 read part 14 to see the final verdict.
