CHAPTER 51

The room’s atmosphere was thick with dread and impending violence.

The gang members, bound and helpless, exchanged glances of fear and desperation as the bodyguards readied themselves, each holding a weapon of destruction.

The bodyguard with a tattoo on his neck, who was known among Nathan's for his ruthlessness, approached the first of the subdued gang members.

His eyes were cold, his movements deliberate.

The eyes of the gang members widened in terror, and their pleas for mercy, which started as hushed whispers, now rose into wild cries.

“No, please! We didn’t mean to—”

The baton came down with brutal force, crashing into the gang member’s ribs.

A guttural scream erupted from his mouth, cutting off his desperate pleas.

His body buckled under the blow, and he slumped forward, gasping for breath.

The room filled with the sickening thud of metal against flesh and the pained gasps and cries of the gang members.

“Please, Lord Cloud, have mercy! We were just following orders—”

The cries o