1 minute before Lucas killed Roan...
Baltos leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on Roan below, who was barking orders at the waiters like he owned the place. The sight of him strutting around in his expensive suit, acting as if he was untouchable, made Baltos's blood boil.
Zarina stood beside her brother, her expression hard and determined. She had been the one to hire the Shadow Reapers Mercenaries, a bold move considering the group's recent emergence in the market.
But she needed someone ruthless and untraceable, and the Shadow Reapers had a growing reputation for getting the job done—quietly and efficiently.
"…I hope it'll go well," Zarina said, her voice tinged with a mix of hope and anxiety. She hated the idea of needing help from mercenaries, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Baltos glanced at his sister, his brows furrowed in concern. "I'm sure it will. Even if they're new, they know how to handle their work. Roan won't see it coming."
