The dock had been teeming with people just moments ago, but after Damian Xavier left with his men, only a few remained. Several corpses lay on the docks, reeking of blood.
Alex Alden sat paralyzed on the ground, oblivious to everything else. His eyes were wide with lingering terror. As he watched the group disappear from view, his gaze filled with hatred.
When had he, Alex Alden, ever been so utterly humiliated? And it was all thanks to one man. An unprecedented wave of shame washed over him.
He couldn't accept it. But fear still lingered in his eyes—a fear of Damian Xavier. The man's methods were too swift and decisive. Before Alex even had a chance to react, it was all over.
When had he ever been cornered into such a pathetic state? His trusted confidant had just helped him to his feet. He'd been slumped on the ground for so long that even his own man couldn't bear to watch. Alex Alden's expression was grim.
