Chapter 160. A Bad Day

My eyes took in all the corners of the empty garage, the sharp, metallic smell of motor oil clinging to the air. 

This was one more stranger's garage/basement I had walked into the last few days.

Standing spread legged with both hands leaning on the closed umbrella between my legs like a cane, I stared at Conor-Uncle. 

He stared back at me, his eyes darting between my brothers flanking me, Axel smoking with cool eyes, Sean stiff as a statue.

“I asked for a private conversation.”

“And I asked my guards to remain outside. These are my brothers.” 

“Are you fucking their wives too?” He grinned with bloodshot eyes.

I stared Axel down till he was breathing evenly again, and the madness died in his eyes. He was the explosive one here. The one I had to handle with care. 

My head swiveled back to the old man. “Good to see you are getting over your grief. I have something for you,” I said, and Sean pressed his car's remote control,