Chapter 23 - the apex predator
The lead enforcer, a hulking man with a thick scar across his cheek, laughed mockingly. He looked down at Harper, completely unimpressed by her elegant business suit. He thought she was just a fragile, easily intimidated hotel manager.
"We aren't leaving until we get a room, sweetheart," the enforcer sneered, aggressively leaning his massive frame over the front desk. "And if you don't give us the keys right now, we're going to start breaking all this pretty glass."
He reached out, fully intending to violently shove Harper backward to assert his dominance in the lobby.
But before his filthy hand could even graze her shoulder, a massive, heavily tattooed hand reached out from the shadows of the adjoining VIP lounge. It clamped directly onto the enforcer's wrist with the crushing, inescapable kinetic force of a steel vice.
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Silas stepped completely into the bright light. He wasn't wearing a suit; he wore a black henley shirt that perfectly highlighted his terrifying, muscle-bound physique. The cinematic realism of his absolute, apocalyptic fury instantly sucked the oxygen out of the room.
👉 read part 24 to see the devastating physical response.
