Margaret had already heard Natasha was back, so she expected Jim to drag her in soon. However, instead of Natasha being captured, what came through the hall was Jim himself, dragged across the floor like a rag doll.

Margaret's face twisted with fury as she shot up from her seat at the far end of the hall.

"Who the hell are you? Who gave you the nerve to lay a hand on my Langley family's men?"

Andrew said flatly, "Who I am doesn't matter. I came to tell you that from now on, Natasha has no