"Yes, I contacted them." Mathew responded calmly, not even a speck of discomfort or surprise on his face. Forget about regret.
Blake frowned, his gaze holding nothing but disgust. "So you were ready to sell your clan, our secrets, just because you don’t want Kyle to lead our family."
Mathew scoffed. "You know better than what kind of person he is. Always playing around, never serious about his life."
With a snarl, he added, "If he had lived the way I taught him, then I might have considered it for a mont. But now, he is nothing more than a bum we usually avoid on our path because we know all they can do is waste our ti."
Blake couldn’t believe this man held so much venom for his own son.
Yes, Blake didn’t share the sa blood as them, but soone you have raised from the age they couldn’t speak, anyone would grow fond of them. However, this man appeared so detached and indifferent towards Kyle that it was staggering.
Taking the file Mathew was reading, Blake snatched it and tossed it aside.
"Blake!" Mathew glared at him.
"I am being unruly as well. Go on, discard too." He challenged.
Mathew fell silent, but his expression made it clear he was furious.
Blake didn’t care.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and said, "Let break that pretense you have built around yourself." He stepped closer and told the man, "Kyle was not living here, he was dying every single day. And you, Astortia Mathew, were the one killing him. Not once and outright, but slowly and painfully."
"You call discipline death? You, Blake?"
Blake shook his head. "We both know humans make mistakes. But Kyle avoided even the smallest ones by going to extre lengths, just so he could earn your approval. And yet you used every chance you got to torture him, to traumatize him."
Mathew snickered. "Well, he paid the price for not being up to the mark."
"Oh, and were you?" Blake challenged, not a trace of hesitation in his eyes. "The world knows what kind of blunder Astortia Mathew committed. People still bla you for that mistake. That one mistake that tainted our na, ruined our reputation, and made us an easy target for everyone."
"Blake! You are crossing your limits!" Mathew roared, the armrest of the chair breaking under his fury.
"You started it. I only followed your lead," Blake replied calmly. "You crossed a boundary by digging into sothing you shouldn’t have. And I swear to God, father, if word sohow reaches Kyle’s ears, I will destroy every single fragnt of this clan."
Genesis suddenly surged, making Mathew tense and pale in his chair.
Blake leaned closer, staring straight into his eyes as he made his point clear.
"Do not even think of harming my brother again. Or whatever you cling to so desperately. Everything will be burned to ashes."
Leaving those words behind, Blake turned and stepped out of the room.
Closing the door behind him, he exhaled and shook his head.
He had gotten a little emotional, and there was a high chance the Patriarch might do sothing foolish now.
But Blake was already prepared. It would take so effort, but he knew he could strip him of his position at any ti.
He took out his phone, intending to call his secretary, when suddenly, he found several ssages and images sent to him.
He frowned and tapped the one most recent ones...and instantly, he froze.
Just what he feared; the resort was attacked. And not just attacked, it was a massacre.
Without a mont of delay, he rushed outside the room. He needed to see Kyle.
....
"Haaa..." Kyle yawned as he stretched his arms and sat up on the bed.
He had finally returned ho by eight o’clock. It had been a long, tiring journey. Though, it could have been worse if he hadn’t had such a lively companion by his side.
"Speaking of Amanda..." he muttered, pulling out his phone and unblocking her number.
Since they had made up, it felt unfair to force her to keep using different numbers just to reach him.
Though Amanda had insisted he get a second phone, just in case the PSC decided to track or record his calls.
’Feels like I am living like a spy or sothing.’ He shook his head and moved to order so food, only for the system to interrupt.
[Host, you have already broken your streak, and now high-caloric food...]
"..."
He had asked for a system, not a fitness coach.
Still, it wasn’t wrong. He would rather make a simple sandwich than rely on the pizza places around his house.
He got up, intending to find sothing in the refrigerator, when suddenly—
Knock
He turned toward the door.
Kyle sighed. It must be Blake.
They had just spoken, and Kyle had assured him he was fine and already ho.
And yet, the guy had still co over to check on him. Such a botherso fellow.
Shaking his head, he walked over and opened the door slowly—
"Huh?" A kick slamd into his chest.
Kyle was hurled backward.
"Ghuk!" The air was knocked out of him as his back crashed into the wall. His vision swam, breath refusing to return. What kind of strength was that?
Through his blurred sight, he saw a man. Familiar. Similar to the two he had seen at the resort. The sa moustache, though the bandana was a different shade.
The man’s fists were clenched, jaw tight, eyes burning red with fury.
He took a slow, heavy step forward, then muttered,
"You made a grave mistake thinking you could get away after killing my brothers."
Kyle snarled and tried to get up, only for the man to lunge forward and grab his collar, yanking him up.
"You fucking asshole!"
Genesis exploded from the man as he slamd Kyle into the wall with a heavy thud.
Kyle clicked his tongue and grabbed his wrist. "I don’t fucking know what you are TALKING ABOUT!" He drove his head forward, smashing it into the man’s. The impact snapped the man’s head back, Kyle’s ears rang too, but his grip didn’t loosen.
This was bad.
The moustached bastard slowly tilted his head forward again, staring at Kyle with pure killing intent.
"I know it was you... I saw you... killing my brothers. I heard their screams, but I couldn’t do anything." His voice trembled with rage. "But not anymore... NOT ANYMORE!"
His hands began to glow faintly as he drew back his fist.
Kyle reacted instantly. He kicked the man’s knee with all his strength, forcing him to stagger. It gave Kyle just enough ti to wrench himself free.
But the mont he stepped away, aiming to make a run outside, the rug beneath his feet was yanked away.
Kyle crashed face-first onto the ground.
He rolled imdiately, trying to face his attacker, but the man was already too close.
"DIE—khuk!"
Before the man’s joined fists could co crashing down, sothing struck his forehead.
His entire body jolted.
"Fuck!" Kyle cursed, scrambling back as the man collapsed right where he had been lying.
The knife buried itself even deeper into the man’s skull as his body hit the ground.
Kyle turned to look at the person who just committed a murder...and at the doorstep stood a sharp-eyed man.
Fixing his glasses, Blake muttered, "You have a few questions to answer."
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A/N:- Badass brother entry. Thanks for reading.
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