Nova brushed her long hair aside with a playful flick and stuck out her tongue, she had just accidentally stepped on Andrew's foot.
But with her light, graceful frame, and Andrew's solid build, he barely felt a thing. The only real change was the sudden quickening of his heartbeat.
"Nova, I've always wanted to ask you, do you like me?"
Hearing his question, Nova's face glowed with a mix of admiration, envy, and quiet resolve.
"Of course I like you. Everyone does. Everyone admires you, envies you... How could I be any different?"
Andrew didn't respond. Their lively dance began to slow, their steps heavier, their breathing more pronounced. Eventually, Nova stood atop Andrew's feet, rising gently on tiptoe.
"Thank you, Tony. Thank you for celebrating my first birthday with me. Thank you for giving me my first job here. Thank you for showing me what real love feels like. Thank you, I'll never forget this day."
From the moment Nova leaned into his embrace, Andrew's hands had been quietly exploring. But as soon as he heard her sincere words, his hands froze mid-motion.
Still, Nova wasn't one to back down—ready to meet boldness with boldness.
"Dad, you have to get revenge for me. I've never been humiliated like this in my life."
"What exactly happened? Watson, talk."
Tony squinted at the trembling, blond-haired Watson standing to the side.
"Well... it's not a huge deal. This afternoon, I was taking Tina out to the suburbs for some fun. We ran into this BMW M6 on the road. I overtook it, and maybe this Tony Stark didn't like it, so he forced us off the road. Then he just got out and started beating me up—didn't even say a word. Tina tried to argue with him, and he hit her too."
As Watson spoke, he reenacted the scuffle with exaggerated gestures to emphasize just how brutal it had been.
"Did you tell him who you were?" Tony asked while patting the head of the beautiful woman kneeling beside him.
"Of course! I brought up your name, though maybe I shouldn't have. As soon as I did." Watson sighed as though reliving a nightmare.
"What happened when you mentioned me?" Tony asked, his gut tightening.
"I told him Tina is your daughter, that you're the underground emperor of New York, and warned him not to push it too far. But the moment he heard your name, he got even bolder. He kicked Tina aside and said… he said" Watson's expression turned pale with fear.
"Said what?" Tony's face twisted in fury, ready to explode.
"He said if he ever saw you, he'd beat you on sight. Every time. Said he'd wipe out our Riverfield Gang—grind it to dust, leave no trace!"
"Is that true?" Tony turned to Tina, seething.
Tina had been high and dazed at the time, and only remembered fragments. But one thing stood out, Andrew had completely ignored her, treating her like she didn't even exist.
"It's true, Daddy. He said if you couldn't control your daughter, he'd become my godfather—and kill me himself! He even said you're garbage... that you've raped pigs in New York!"
"Fuck! Fuck!!"
Tony suddenly shoved the woman's head down violently, refusing to let her lift it. She struggled wildly, but her limbs were tightly bound—there was no escape.
Two minutes later, she stopped moving.
Tony exhaled long and slow, then kicked her body aside.
Under the harsh light, Watson took a closer look. Just moments ago, the beautiful white woman had been kneeling with her hips tilted seductively. Now, her eyes were wide open, her face pale-blue, and the corner of her mouth still had an undigested milk candy lodged in it.
Dead.
Suffocated.
"Someone toss her in the sea, let the fish have her."
A cold voice came from behind Tony.
Tony nodded in satisfaction. The one who spoke was a muscular man who had been with him since before he rose to power. His name was Johnson, but in the gang, everyone called him Uncle Grant.
(End of Chapter)
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