"I'm the death of you."
The man's eyes rolled back, terror snapping the last of his false courage. Before he could scream, Victor's fist cracked against his temple. He crumpled to the marble floor like a broken doll.
Victor didn't even glance at him again. His voice carried across the ruined hall, calm and final.
"Pack it up. We're done here. Go home."
The men hesitated, looking at the unconscious man sprawled at Victor's feet. Some wanted to ask questions .
why leave him alive? Why now?but none dared.
They began clearing the grounds, stripping weapons, dragging out corpses, setting fire to the last remains of the estate.
Victor tied the man's hands and ankles with brutal efficiency, then slung his limp body over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. He shoved him into the backseat of his armored car.
"Abel," Victor said, jerking his chin. "With me."
He blinked. " you mean"
"In the car."
