Meanwhile.
Reaper Yates was fighting his men. He was like a crazed wolf today, beating his subordinates one after another until they fled, clutching their heads. They could tell Yates was furious. While nothing showed on his face, he was unleashing all his anger with his fists and feet.
It wasn't until he had worked himself into a sweat and collapsed on the floor, unable to move, that the boxing gym finally fell quiet. With his eyes closed, he looked as if he were dead.
"Yates, what's wrong with you today?" His subordinate, Evan Lawson, lay nearby, his body aching all over. He had sensed something was off with Reaper Yates and couldn't help but ask in a hushed voice.
Reaper Yates remained silent. 'The pain in my heart… I can't tell anyone about it. I can't blame anyone. As I am now, I'm no match for Sean Quinn. I can't get close to the woman I love. Maybe this is for the best. Sean Quinn can protect her.'
