Chapter 27: End of the Game
As the rain poured down, the vehicle sped toward Caledron Manor.
Inside the car, the smeel was thick with the stench of narcotics.
Rowen was slumped on the back seat, shirtless, his skin riddled with injection marks and bruises.
His gaze was dark, but his smile remained — wide, laced with deranged satisfaction.
He was chewing on a fentanyl lozenge, a trail of foamy saliva dripping from his chin.
He raised his hand and tapped the tablet screen. Four names appeared :
Dante Godwin – Helena W. Orpheline – Jophiel Godwin – Annabelle Edwin.
— "Send the bounty... and... dope the last two. Don’t kill them — not yet. I want to see them beg for their own euthanasia. Let them rot slowly... slowly, like I did."
His men remained still, visibly uneasy. But none dared disobey. He still held power over them.
— "Jophiel and his mutt of a mother...make them mine."
He chuckled, sniffed, then leaned toward the box at his feet.