Chapter 124: Back Again

[3rd POV—Damon]

***Three months earlier***

“You think you’ve won, huh?” Burson snickered, his words slurred almost incoherently as some of his teeth went missing, and a thick trail of blood spittle dribbled down his chin.

Damon didn’t say anything. Instead, he only stared blankly at the old man. It has been hours since he left the hospital. After making sure that Cara’s condition had been stabilized and her wound had been treated well, Damon immediately went back to his mansion to take care of some unfinished business with this mother fucker.

“Let me tell you something, boy, and listen well.” Burson drawled, goading him with his bloodied sneer. “Killing me isn’t going to be the end. It’s just the beginning of everything.”

Damon sighed, ejecting the magazine, the emptied magazine on his gun.

Somehow, Burson is quite an obstinate man for an older person. Even though he already had three of his fingers snapped broken, his jaw dislocated, his nose crooked into an awkward bent, and his fac