Beside him, Cynthia's tone was flat and distant. "Marcus, don't push your luck. You should understand—between my family and Adam's, we have more than enough power to make sure you never find your footing anywhere again."
"Letting you walk away empty-handed is already generous."
I lifted my gaze to meet hers. "Is that so? By that logic, I should be thanking you all for sparing my life?"
Cynthia's jaw tightened. "That's right. You need to recognize the gap between us."
The gap.
A faint smile crossed my face. "You don't need to tell me. I see it perfectly clearly."
"I'll sign. But first, you answer two questions."
Walter erupted instantly. "Who the hell do you think you are, making demands of me?!"
But Adam held up a hand, stopping him, and smiled.
"Uncle Walter, don't rush. Let's hear what ridiculous question he wants to ask first." Adam's gaze slid toward me, loaded with meaning. "Besides, he's signing today whether he wants to or not."
Walter let out a cold laugh at that.
I ignored them both and spoke evenly.
"First question. How much profit have your two families pulled in over the last few months?"