He is completely alone now. His children are all dead, the ones that matter anyway. Not that he misses any of the boys--waste of space in his mind; however, the loss of his precious Ouka nearly killed him.

He should have killed those two bastards no matter what Crawford and that creepy kid said.

Now Crawford and the others had walked out, leaving him to face his brother’s hired assassins, assassins who hold more loyalty to a dead man than his own to power and money. Useless fucks all of them.

Fine, he can deal with these devils himself.