MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

19: WHEN KINGS UNITES

HUNTER'S POV

Alaric's mansion,
08:04 pm

Hunter stormed into Alaric's mansion by himself, his expression a mix of anger and concern. "это был ты?"(Was it you?) His voice echoed in the opulent study room.

Alaric turned to find his brother, who was surrounded by his men, but that didn't affect Hunter a bit.

Alaric dismissed them all with a simple hand gesture. "Take a load off." Alaric offered a seat across the table.

Hunter placed his palms on the table and leaned. "I need to know if your men attacked Dash!" He urged.

Alaric leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to play with a pen in his hands." Why was he sniffing around my territory?"

Hunter didn't care to explain. "I don't want to believe your men did this, but if they did-" Hunter fisted his injured hand and slammed it on the table loudly in a threatening way, his voice low and exacting. "If your crew laid a finger on him, you know what that means for our truce. We both have too much to lose to let this escalate." His warning index finger and clinched jaw were proof that he was not gonna spare a single being involved in this case.

"I have no interest in starting a war over a foolish mistake. But if Dash was in my domain, he should've known the risks." Alaric cleared.

Hunter clenched his jaw, frustration boiling inside. "I'm not here to babysit your ego. I expect a straight answer." He demanded.

Alaric met his gaze, the tension thick between them. "I didn't touch him. But if he's in my region again, I can't promise he'll walk away unscathed. You know how it is."

"My men have no interest poking their nose in your business either. They'd never cross the border if not needed." Hunter defended straightening his poster.

Alaric leaned in. "Tell me, what I could provide?"

"If it wasn't your men them who dared?" Hunter questioned.

Alaric chuckled. "I don't know but whoever did it is so hella brave."

"Or f*cking naive." Hunter gritted his teeth.

"Might be locals," Alaric suggested.

Hunter shook his head. "Locals know better than laying a finger on kings. They won't even try."

"You mean-"

"Italians." Hunter completed the sentence."Make sure tomorrow's sun won't rise for them, otherwise I'll take this game in my hands." With that Hunter walked away.

He settled into his car and sharply turned it toward the highway. His speed increased as his thoughts returned to the distressing image of his two most beloved ones being injured at that very moment.

"F*CK!" With a frustrated groan, he struck the steering wheel, the sound echoing his inner turmoil.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, fueled by a seething desire for revenge that burned within him.

Just then, he ran his fingers through his hair, and his mobile buzzed. He retrieved it from his coat pocket and answered the call.

"Proceed." He dictated.

"Good evening, Chief. The tests on Sybil Dair are now complete. You'll get the reports within an hour," the doctor informed him.

"Alright," he replied tersely, dismissing the call with a single word.