Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: Ignis

In the dead of the night, stood a certain warehouse which had once been a place of honest work, but now, was nothing more than a den of sin.

Some of the fense around it had fallen while rusted, slightly ajar gate barred the entrance with a battered "Keep Off" sign hung there. The main gate’s lock consisted only of a chain looped through holes, that anyone with half a brain could undo. But that was the point because only fools or dead men tried to trespass.

This was Red Dragon territory.

Two monstrous dogs with foaming maws and gleaming teeth prowled the perimeter, their low growls meant to ward off any wanderer.

Inside, naked fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, illuminating the sorry sight of men, women, and even children stripped down to their underwear, bagging and packing precious white powder into sealed pouches.

A handful of tough-looking enforcers patrolled with weapons in hand, ensuring no one stole so much as a pinch of their merchandise.

But the real business took place in a separate room, its door guarded by two mean-eyed thugs. Samuel sat at the head of a long metal table, his fingers idly tapping against the surface. He was the underboss of Red Dragon. Second only to their Don, Titan.

On the opposite side of the table sat their guest, Umal, a brown-skinned man with neatly trimmed beards, and ruffled brown hair that somehow made him look more dangerous than unkempt.

Two of Samuel’s armed men stood on either side of him, rifles in hand. But Umal wasn’t intimidated. His own two guards flanked him just as confidently, each armed to the teeth.

Samuel rapped a knuckle on the table. "Where is it?"

Umal signaled one of his cronies, who stepped up carrying a brushed-steel briefcase. He set it down gently. When Umal flicked the latches, it opened to _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

rows of small, delicate bottles, each filled with a milky-white liquid, nestled neatly into their cushioned compartments.

Umal lifted one between his fingers, rolling it in the light before finally speaking.

"We call it Ignis. That is Fire." He smiled, the word rolling off his tongue with satisfaction. "Because once it’s in the bloodstream, it burns explosively, unlike anything else before it."

The upper gang members seated at the sides of the table exchanged wary glances.

Umal continued, his voice smooth and honeyed with greed. "Just one taste, and the victim is hooked." His fingers tightened around the bottle.

"Then comes the real beauty of it, the power." He chuckled, dark and knowing. "For five minutes, they will feel limitless. Strength beyond human means. Speed to match a wolf’s. A high unlike any other childish drug on the market."

Then he set the bottle down and leaned forward.

"And once they come down from that high?" His smile widened, cruel and serpentine. "The withdrawal is five times worse. That’s what makes it so profitable. The addict will do anything, and I mean, anything, to get another taste."

He leaned back, self-assured. "I see a promising partnership here."

There was silence in the meeting room.

Samuel glanced at the other ranking members seated around the table. Their gazes met in silent conversation.

Finally, Samuel spoke. "And how do we know your claims about these powers are true?"

Umal’s eyes glimmered with anticipation. "I thought you’d ask for a demonstration."