"Andrew, where are we going next? The Weller family?"

Francesca was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. The way Tony had gone from arrogant to groveling just now was beyond satisfying to her.

Andrew's name really carried weight in Jayrodale now. He did not even have to raise a hand or flex—it just took showing up to scare a grown man stiff.

Andrew kept his eyes on the road and replied casually, "We're not going to the Wellers. We're heading to the Stevens family."

Francesca