Break his nose?
Never in his life had Maximus felt this way before. Speechless, he remained frozen for a few minutes, trying to digest what had just happened.
A kid just threatened him?
Soon, he burst into loud laughter-a laugh that hadn’t happened in years. That was quite a conversation back there.
Dylan King is indeed Cassius and Tatiana’s son. The boy had inherited his parents’ traits. He actually threatened to break the nose of one of the deadliest mafia bosses in the city. It was indeed interesting.
An idea struck him.
He had no heir? That was the thought that came into his head after finding out Rafael and Leonard were Tristan’s sons.
No… He did have an heir, and he had just spoken to him.
Dylan was his grandson, and to top it all off, he had the blood of the Kings running through his veins. The same boy had just shown him his true side. If that boy grew up to be a man, he’d be unstoppable.
“Tssskk… why didn’t I think of such a thing before?” he mumbled.
“You’ve fallen in love with your grandson?” A voice sounded in his room. Right, he had almost forgotten Silence was there the whole time.
“He’s interesting… and yes, I like him already,” Maximus confessed. There was no need to hide the impression the boy had made on him.
“Plan to abduct him?”
Maximus thought for a while. “I wouldn’t say abduct. I just need to talk to him… again.”
“And turn him against his parents?” Silence asked as Maximus’s gaze focused more on the city.
“I’ll deal with the Kings first. You promised to stop Holden, remember? Now is your chance.”
Silence’s gaze darkened under the dim light, his lips slowly curling into a dark smirk.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Max? Don’t tell me what to do. I’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want,” he said, and Maximus glanced over his shoulder.
The room became tense as their eyes locked.
“You’re Mr. Falcon, the man Leonard claimed was responsible for Rafael’s sudden transformation?”
“Hm… I made him better. A gift for my soon-to-be ally,” Silence said, resting his back on the couch.
“Ally,” Maximus sighed.
“Are you mad that I revealed your brother and wife’s secret? Who knows, they might’ve planned to take everything you’ve worked for?”
“Hm,” Maximus shut his eyes, not wanting to recall the fact that he had thrown his brother into the hands of the Kings.
Was Tristan alive or dead? What were they doing to him?
“Have you seen your wife?” Maximus asked, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer.
“Issabella,” Silence mumbled her name as his tongue brushed over his lower lip. His eyes dilated with primal instinct. “She is such a beauty… but…”
Maximus frowned at the word “but.”
“I don’t want her,” he said, and Maximus raised a brow.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on, Max. You’ve got three daughters. I want a mature one, not scared little kittens. I don’t like the one who already had a child,” Silence grumbled, reaching for the weed in his pocket and lighting it.
“So?” Maximus asked.
“The first one. Maya Wallington… oh, I’d love that one,” Silence smirked, his eyes dancing with excitement.
—
“Mom, please don’t be mad at me,” Dylan said to Tatiana as he came downstairs for dinner.
Tatiana exchanged a look with Aurora. Both were confused.
“What is it, darling?” Tatiana asked softly, stretching her arms for him to come, and he did.
“I answered your call by mistake when I wanted to bring it down to you,” Dylan replied, and Tatiana smiled.
“It’s alright, dear. Who called?” she asked.
“A bad grandfather,” Dylan replied, and Tatiana blinked in surprise.
“Bad grandfather?”
“Yes, he said some bad words and threatened to come after you and Father.”
Tatiana’s face paled. Could it be Maximus? “Let me see,” she said, taking the phone and checking the number. It was a private one. It was definitely him. He had spoken with Dylan.
“Did he tell you something weird? What did you say to him?”
“He seemed scared,” Dylan said, his expression serious. Tatiana looked at Aurora, who had a small smile on her face.
Dylan continued, “And I told him not to hurt my parents, or I’d break his nose.”
Tatiana pressed her lips together to avoid bursting into laughter. One minute, she was worried Maximus had spoken with her son, and the next, she felt like rolling on the ground laughing.
“What a replica of his parents,” Aurora laughed gently.
“He said the world made him bad. Did Grandpa go through troubles? Why does he hate the world so much?” Dylan asked.
“I don’t know, dear. That’s what he chose to be. Let’s eat, sweetie,” Tatiana kissed his hair and began to feed him.
“My favorite… yummy,” Dylan cooed. “Our birthday is in two days, Mom. Where are we going?”
“Where would you like to go?”
“The park. This time you’re riding with me,” Dylan demanded, his face scrunched adorably.
“Okay, sir,” Tatiana pretended to salute, and Dylan chuckled.
Tatiana’s phone rang, and Dylan looked up at her face.
“It’s not bad Grandpa… it’s your father,” Tatiana answered his unspoken question. Dylan began to eat by himself while Tatiana answered the phone.
“Hubby,” a bright smile crept onto Tatiana’s face, but as she listened to Cassius, her smile slowly dropped.
—
“Anywhere else you’re hurt?” Jaxon asked softly as he tended to Jolene. She had been awfully quiet the whole time.
She had met Cassius an hour ago. His expression was unreadable when she explained how Lisa had tried to kill her. He was angry… not at her but at what had been done to her, and he promised to inform Tatiana about her arrival.
Jolene knew Tatiana would be there any moment, and she felt nervous to face her.
Though she still felt guilty about that night. Maybe if she had resisted and found a way out, things wouldn’t be like this.
“Stop blaming yourself. Fate would have brought them together whether you were involved or not,” Jaxon said, shattering her thoughts.
When she remained quiet, he continued, “You tried to protect her that night. You didn’t do it on purpose. Don’t blame yourself for what they…”
Jolene removed her hand from his hold before he could finish. Her gaze slowly locked with his.
“I’ll treat myself. You can leave.”
Jaxon stared at her for a while. “Jo, what I said that night…”
“It’s fine.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize; it’s making me feel worse. We can’t be together anyway. You’re…”
“I’m what?” he cut in.
She pressed her lips together and averted her gaze. “I don’t know.”
“Everything I said that night, I meant, except for one thing: that I had fallen in love with the wrong woman… that was a lie.”
“I also shot you,” she whispered, tears cascading down her face.
“You didn’t,” he whispered.
She nodded and said, “My elbow hurts.”
He nodded with a smile, and just as he began to check, the door opened, revealing Tatiana.
“Tatie,” Jolene whispered.