Chapter 898

In just three minutes, the room went from standoff to disaster zone. The goons who had charged in were then sprawled out on the floor. The place was trashed, and there sat Yankel, still dabbing at his nose, his eyes bulging as he took in the wreckage and Liam, untouched, standing where he had been all along.

As realization dawned, terror gripped him. He scrambled backward in a blind panic, flipping over the couch and crashing to the floor in a clumsy heap. Yankel scrambled to his feet, still retreating.

Liam's steady advance seemed like the approach of Death itself. Yankel, pointing at Liam with a trembling hand, his voice quivering with fear, cried out, "Liam, stop, just stop! You have to know, I'm the Bristow family's golden boy. If you kill me, the Bristow Group, the whole Bristow clan, they won't let you get away with it. It won't just be you, they'll come after your wife, your kids, the whole Stone family. You'll all be in their crosshairs. Think about what you're doing!"

Yanke