Clutching his bloody hand, Donald nearly passed out from the pain. Even Dylan and Natasha were shocked by this display of brutality.

While they had been willing to threaten Donald and risk their lives against him, they would never dare to actually harm him in his own precinct with armed officers outside.

Yet Marvin, the billionaire, had just severed Donald's pinky right there, showing a level of power that far exceeded their underground influence.

"Mr. Yates, where's Andrew?" Lauren asked urgently.

Marvin smiled. "Go see him, Lauren. He's fine, and he'll be happier with you there."

Lauren blushed slightly before heading off with Francesca and the Aickers to find Andrew.

"Sir, how should we proceed?" Mark asked respectfully.

Marvin snorted. "Jayrodale is your jurisdiction, and Donald is your man. Handle it as you see fit."

Without another word, he left, not even bothering to show deference to the mayor.

Mark's face twitched—this was exactly what he had feared. Witho