Chapter 85: Negotiation by Blood

Ezra moved through the darkness, his dark overcoat blending with the night. His familiar mask, concealed his identity, adding to the fearsome aura of the boogeyman persona he had carefully cultivated.

The moon was a sliver in the sky, casting just enough light to navigate by, but not enough to reveal his presence.

The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking silhouette against the night sky. It was guarded by heavily armed men, their eyes scanning the surroundings, oblivious to the silent predator approaching.

Ezra reached the first guard, a huge figure with a rifle slung across his chest. In a swift, silent motion, Ezra disarmed him, a quick twist and a shove rendering the man unconscious. Before the second guard could react, Ezra had already moved, striking with lethal efficiency. Each man fell without uttering a sound, their weapons confiscated and their bodies hidden from view.

Ezra entered the warehouse, the heavy door creaking slightly as it closed behind him. Inside, the dim lighting cast long shadows across the stacks of crates and machinery. He moved confidently through the shadows like a wraith, his senses sharp and alert. Ahead, another group of Three Axe gang members stood around, their postures relaxed and their attention elsewhere. Sёarᴄh the ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As he stalked closer, his phone suddenly rang, shattering the silence. The sound was jarring, and the gang members whirled around, shocked. They saw him standing there, only a few feet away, and their eyes widened in terror. They hadn't heard him approach, hadn't even known he was there until it was too late.

One of them stammered, "It's him... the boogeyman! Fuck!" Without another word, they turned and fled, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space.

Ezra answered the call, his voice a low growl. "What is it?"

"Ezra, it's Olivia," came the calm, familiar voice on the other end. "The Count has issued a ceasefire. You need to pull out now."

He clenched his jaw, frustration flaring. "I was just about to finish this."

"I know," Olivia replied, her tone soothing yet firm. "But we need to respect the ceasefire. Pull out, now."

Ezra took a deep breath, the tension in his body slowly dissipating. "Fine," he said reluctantly. "I'm on my way."

He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. With one last glance around the warehouse, he turned and retraced his steps, moving just as silently as before. The mission had been interrupted, but there would be other opportunities.

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Ezra sat at the head of a long wooden table, surrounded by his coven. Olivia and Gen were on either side of him. The envelope before him bore the distinctive seal of Lord Griffin. A griffin wreathed in lightning. He picked it up, breaking the seal and unfolding the letter inside. As he read, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he looked up to meet the expectant gazes of his companions.

"We've received an invitation from Lord Griffin for a meeting to negotiate the ownership of the Three Axe gang," Ezra announced. "Macmillan wants to negotiate."

Gen's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "It's about time," she said, her fingers drumming on the table. "Let's settle this once and for all."

Ezra stood. "We leave immediately. This time, we have the advantage. Let's show them that we're not to be trifled with."

Later that night, they arrived at Lord Griffin's sanctuary. They were led to the same conference room they had the previous meeting. Thhis time, the room was dominated by a massive, polished oak table, at the head of which sat Lord Griffin, his ever-present assistant standing by his side.

Macmillan was already seated at the table, a cautious look on his face as he watched their entrance. Ezra took his place opposite him, Olivia flanking him protectively.

"Welcome," Griffin said smoothly, his mechanical voice breaking the silence in the room. "We are here once again to discuss the ownership of the Three Axe gang. I believe Macmillan here has a new offer. Let's hear it."

Macmillan leaned forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've decided to be generous, Ezra. I'm willing to offer the Three Axe gang to you for a very reasonable price. Much lower than market value."

Ezra leaned back in his chair, eyes cold and calculating. "I'm not interested in your offers, Macmillan. Why should I pay when I can get the Three Axe gang for free?"

Macmillan's smile faltered, replaced by a scowl. "You don't understand. I'm offering you a chance to avoid further conflict. Isn't that worth something?"

"After what you did to me? No." Ezra shook his head. "You've caused us enough trouble. I don't intend to negotiate with you any further. The ownership of the Three Axe gang will be settled by blood."

Macmillan's face turned pale, but his eyes shrouded in fear. "It would be better if you take a moment to reconsider. You could be making a mistake, Ezra."

Ezra rose from his seat, his expression unyielding. "No, Macmillan. I'm not making any mistakes. If anyone here made a mistake, it's you. You made the mistake when tried to kill me. We settle this by blood.

No other way."

He turned and walked out of the room, Olivia following closely behind him. As they exited, Ezra could feel Macmillan's gaze boring into his back, a satisfying mix of fear and desperation.

Lord Griffin watched them leave, his expression inscrutable. "It seems the negotiations have ended," he remarked dryly.

Back outside, Ezra took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs. Gen who had been waiting by the car, stepped forward. "How was it?"

"We rejected his offer." Olivia answered.

Gen grinned. "Just as it should be."

"We need to prepare," he said to them. "Macmillan won't back down just because we rejected his offer. He'll come after us, and we need to be ready."

Gen's eyes gleamed with a fierce light. "Let him come. We'll be waiting."

Ezra's thought turned to the time he spent under Macmillan's care. His chest gave a twinge as he remembered the hand grabbing his heart. Olivia placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch grounding him. "Whatever comes, we'll face it together. We will get through this." She smiled at him, her voice filled with conviction.

Ezra turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with a grateful smile. "Yes, we will. Together."