Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: Dance A Little More

The final gunfire echoed and the dance of bullets finally ended.

There was nothing but silence.

The air was thick with smoke and the acrid stench of gunpowder, corpses and spent cartridges littering the room.

However, outside the door were muffled screams and sporadic gunshots as Philip and the compelled guards carried out Asher’s earlier instruction to keep the rest of Red Dragon’s members from barging in.

In the room itself, Asher stepped out from the side he’d used for cover, dusting off stray bits of debris as though this deadly scuffle had been nothing more than a minor nuisance.

At the same time Samuel crawled out from under the table, pale and shaken but unscathed. Across from him, Umal and his two remaining guards emerged from the same table, their eyes wide with horror when they saw the aftermath.

All of Samuel’s capos—his highest-ranking men, those who had commanded their own factions, and reported directly to him and Titan— and his guards, all lay dead.

Samuel’s breath hitched, his face torn between disbelief and grief as his eyes raked over the carnage. This was a catastrophic loss for Red Dragon, the kind that could destabilize everything.

Samuel bowed his head, hands balling into fists, his body tight with fury and mourning. He whispered bitterly, "You’re that wolf, the one that can do stuff with his mind."

His dark gaze snapped up to Asher, his expression now steeled with acceptance and resentment.

"What do you want?" His voice was edged with exhaustion and wariness. "Your kind doesn’t travel this far for nothing."

"I’m sorry for your loss." Asher’s tone sounded sympathetic, yet lacked real warmth.

He let his gaze drift over the bodies, then back to Samuel. "But it’s not on me, I did warn them."

Samuel’s jaw tightened. He wanted to avenge his men, but he could not defeat Asher. Not to mention the wolves were involved now. This matter was now beyond him.

Asher continued, stepping forward. "And you’re right, I did come here with purpose. You see—"

He abruptly stopped, his keen senses picking up the faintest click behind him. His slitted eyes snapped to Umal, whose hand subtly rested on the lock of a briefcase.

His eyes narrowed at once. Now that Asher thought about it, something about the man’s demeanor rang alarm bells in his mind. There was something off about the man.

Unlike the Red Dragon members, who were clueless to his powers, Umal had known from the start to avoid eye contact. That singled him out as someone more dangerous or better informed. That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t a coincidence either.

Asher’s eyes pierced through him, analyzing. "What’s in that briefcase?"

The way Umal stiffened confirmed it might be a question with lethal consequences. It was all Asher needed.

Knowing he has been exposed, Umal snatched the briefcase and barked out a command at the tester. "Kill him!" Then he turned, backing away toward the exit.