He pulled out his phone; the screen went dark for a moment before an order from the dark web popped up. "Look—he just placed it. Ten million for the heads of all three of us."
"Heh, dream on!" The sudden voice belonged to Ella, who had just returned. "Then let him wait for our big move! Whose head gets taken is still up in the air!"
The two brothers fell silent at the same time…
When Ella—the one who always meant what she said—spoke such ruthless words, their so-called daddy was in for real trouble. Both boys' lips curled into the same confident, victorious smirk.
Alex closed the laptop and hugged it to his chest. "Let's go home. I've recorded the video, and I've wiped all the surveillance. Tomorrow we head to Villa No. 11 to collect the money."
…
Back on Bar Street, Ned was grinding his teeth so hard his blood felt like it was flowing backward. He had been played—and so humiliatingly!
