CHAPTER SIXTY ONE

“Please… I beg you… this makes no sense.”

Reynold narrowed his eyes. “What position do you consider yourself to be in Jovian?”

Jovian's face became terrifice with a scowl at Reynold. He stared for a few seconds and retreated.

“Yes that's what I thought.” Reynold uttered and reached Tate's front.

Seeing, fuming rod in Reynold's hand, Tate laughed awkwardly and looked up, his brows twitching.

“Wh…wha…what are you do… do…doing bro? What is this?”

“This is a determinant of how many marks you will leave this place with. Or if you will ever leave at all.”

Tate face narrowed then frowned.

“Are you crazy…?”

Reynold lost it… “Ah fuck it” He swung the rod in reckless abandon. But before it could land on Tate’s midsection, it stopped midair. The hands that had managed to stop it was being fried intensely.

Reynold scowled at Jovian.

“Are you mad? What do you think you are doing?!”

Gritting his teeth Jovian responded, “I can't allow you to do this. I know there will be repercussions and if all inv
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