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After his furious outburst, Atlas continued in an ice–cold voice, “Besides, even if this is Dylan and Natasha’s trap, what do I have to fear? Do you think they’d dare to make a move against me on Rhodes family territory?”
His men had to admit he had a point. Even if it was a trap, who would dare touch Atlas when he brought all his Northern District enforcers?
Still, what truly terrified them was the possibility that Finley really was fooling around with Atlas‘ woman. In their world, there were certain unwritten rules, and messing with another man’s woman was asking for a brutal death.
Ten minutes later, over a dozen SUVS screeched to a halt in front of the Rhodes family hotel. Atlas led the charge with dozens of his Northern District muscle trailing behind him, storming toward the hotel entrance.
Michael was still lounging at the entrance with his legs crossed. He muttered, “Mr. Moore, I’m sticking my neck out for you here. You’ve got some nerve going after Mr. Giordano’s woman, but hey, once you’re done having your fun, there better be something in it for me.”
Just then, a security guard rushed up, trembling. “Sir, someone’s coming!”
Without looking up, Michael scoffed, “What, Andrew, Natasha, and Dylan still won’t give up? Even if God himself showed up today, no one will disturb Mr. Moore’s good time.”
The words had barely left his mouth when a thunderous voice boomed, “Get out of my way!”
Michael jumped up, his face ashen, but his knees began to shake when he saw who it was. “M- Mr. Giordano… what brings you here?”
Atlas grabbed him by the collar and growled, “I hear my woman and Finley are getting cozy in one of your rooms?”
Michael’s mind buzzed in panic. “Mr. Giordano, you must be mistaken! Mr. Moore and Ms. Fuller couldn’t possibly be here,” he stammered with a forced laugh while inwardly cursing.
Which bastard had tipped off the Northern District’s crime lord? With so many of Atlas‘ enforcers present, any one of them could easily kill him.
Atlas said coldly, “Whether I’m mistaken or not, I’ll find out for myself. Now, would you‘ kindly step aside?
The murderous tone made Michael’s blood run cold. If he moved aside, Finley would be caught in the act. While he did not care what happened to Finley, Michael knew he would be implicated for providing the room for their affair–Atlas would skin him alive,
“Mr. Giordano, we’re closed for business today,” Michael said quickly, trying to buy time. “Let me arrange a presidential suite at a five–star hotel for
you instead.”
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However, Atlas had lost all patience. He slapped Michael hard across the face, sending him sprawling. “To hell with your hotel! Stop with the bullshit and get out of my way!”
As Michael lay there seeing stars, Atlas and his men stormed into the hotel like a pack of wolves, searching room by room.
Lying on the ground, Michael felt his limbs go cold with despair, realizing it was all over.
