In an instant, the hundred plus men Dylan and Natasha had brought with them unleashed absolute chaos upon Dream Paradise.

Glass shattered, furniture splintered, and the deafening sound of destruction filled the air. They did not stop until the last intact piece of glass was reduced to nothing but shards on the floor.

Dexter's throat bobbed as he struggled to breathe, his body locked in pure terror. He could not believe the sudden turn of events.

Andrew was supposed to be a spineless nobody—a worthless, pretty boy who lived off wealthy women. Yet not only had he summoned Rodney, but he had also brought in Dylan and Natasha, two of the most feared underground figures in the city.

Each of them alone was already untouchable. Together? Even the Combs family would not survive if they wanted it gone.

Before long, a foul stench filled the air again. Dexter, following in Sean's pathetic footsteps, had completely pissed himself.

"Andrew—no, Mr. Lloyd! Mr. Lloyd, please! Have mercy! Y