This time, before Daniel Cross could finish, I pulled the gun from my waist and pressed it against his forehead in an instant.
“The rumors are true. Anyone who crosses me never lives to see the next sunrise. That includes you.”
My voice was so cold it even startled me, and Daniel’s face turned ghostly pale.
As the sole heir of the largest private military organization in the U.S. underworld, the first lesson I ever learned as a boy was never to be without my gun—whether eating or sleeping.
The butler’s cry rang in my ears.
“M–Master Ethan, what’s happening?!”
Olivia, Grace, Hannah, and Sophia Lane all rushed into the garden at the commotion.
Grace stood beside me.
“What is it, Ethan? What did he say to you?”
Daniel waved his hands frantically.
“I only wanted to thank Mr. Cole for allowing Sophia and me to be together today. Perhaps I said it wrong and upset him…”
Before he could finish, Sophia clutched my wrist, her brows furrowed, her expression conflicted.
“Ethan, don’t make it hard for him.”
When I didn’t move and kept the gun trained on Daniel, Sophia swayed, then suddenly released my hand and fell to her knees in front of me.
“Ethan, I beg you—please don’t hurt him.”