One of Tony's closest men handed him a phone. "Mr. Madden Senior, here you go."

After some hesitation, Tony dialed Dylan's number.

"What's so important at this hour?" Dylan's voice came through the phone.

"Dylan, I need an explanation," Tony said darkly.

"I have nothing to say," Dylan replied.

Tony barely contained his rage. "If that's your attitude, then know this, Dylan—I'm not afraid of South City. You're not usually this reckless, but don't you think you've gone too far when you i