Adrian, sitting in the plaintiff’s seat, watched as I walked out of court with my head held high.
His eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched, and then—he knelt before me.
“…I’m sorry.”
He was my father’s foster son.
Since he was ten, this madman had been my leash.
Countless times, he tore the knife from my hand or pulled the bullets out of my bag.
Anyone who betrayed me had only one ending in my hands—death.
But that day, the rain fell too heavily, too muddied.
And I hesitated.
My father’s final words were:
“Sweetheart, it’s fine if you were crazy before. But from now on, you must treat Adrian as the sharpest knife in your hand.”
The day my father died, it was Adrian who, heedless of his own life, wiped out every rival in a single bloody night.
He elevated me to the rightful throne of the Crime Boss.
The downpour of blood splattered across him as Adrian wiped it from his face, like a demon risen from hell.
Without hesitation, he handed me the Family Crest Medallion that symbolized leadership.
“Coco, what’s yours will always be yours—no one can take it away.”
In Newport City, in the dreaded underworld, within the Hayes family’s territory—