Aspen was speechless.

Andrew had shamelessly milked Derek for all he was worth, then turned around and declared himself the man's loyal sidekick like it was nothing. She honestly had to admit—even she could not compete with that level of shamelessness.

"Even if you did call Mr. McCormick for backup," she said uncertainly, "do you really think someone that high up would bother helping us?"

Andrew stayed calm. "If he does, great. That saves me the trouble of handling this myself. If he doesn't, then it's no big deal. I'll just kill every single one of these Haywood thugs myself."

Aspen opened her mouth, but no words came out. This was the Andrew she knew—the devil himself. Ruthless, cold, and always ready to shed blood.

Nonetheless, these were not just any thugs. This was the elite private force of the Haywoods, one of the Five Apex Families.

Could Andrew really take them on alone?

Just then, Seth sneered and stepped forward. "Andrew, last time you smashed a bottle over m