Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

In the dimly lit living room, where shadows danced unexpectedly, Colby moved with the ease of someone who didn't need light to find his way. He made it to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water without missing a beat.

"So, what's the deal? Why'd you bring me here?" he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Alec had slipped in through the backyard, avoiding alarms and prying eyes. It wasn't sheer skill that got him this far; he had Adler's tech wizardry up his sleeve.

"If you've got nothing to say, don't be surprised if I kick you out," Colby remarked, his tone as chilly as the night air.

"Mr. Costello, I want you to mentor me," Alec said, his eyes locked with determination.

"I don't do apprentices," Colby replied, his gaze like ice. Even in the gloom, you could feel the frostiness of his stare-a look that could send a chill down anyone's spine.

"I need to protect Fiona. I need to get stronger," Alec insisted. Since James put him through the wringer at school, he realized he was a rookie among seasoned pros. If he wanted to safeguard those he cared about, he had to push past his limits. And Colby was the only one who could help him.

"Fiona?" Colby's voice carried a hint of mocking amusement, quickly overshadowed by an intense, almost tangible tension. "Why would I trust you to protect my daughter?"

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of Colby's presence. Alec had heard him speak before, but now he truly grasped the gravity of his aura. It was the kind of menace that only comes from facing down danger time and again.

As the conversation continued, Alec felt sweat trickle down his forehead, the tension in the room growing thicker by the second. Gathering his resolve, he charged at Colby, fist ready. But before he could even get close, Colby effortlessly caught his punch.

With a single, deft motion, Colby had Alec under control. While Alec was still processing what happened, a military knife appeared, its cold blade pressing lightly against his throat, sending a shivgh his body. noveldrama

"Don't disturb Damita's peace. If you want to prove yourself, first try to withstand just one move from me," Colby said, withdrawing the knife and leaving Alec to collect his thoughts.

Colby climbed the stairs to the

attic's balcony, lit a cigarette, and watched its ember flicker in the et night. It reminded him of a time long past twenty years ago, when life was drenched in turmoil. But those days were gone, and neither the blade nor the smoke would taste blood again.

That night, Colby dreamed—a rare occurrence. Memories of those years overseas, steeped in violence, flooded back. He had become numb to the killing, perhaps setting foot on a path with no return from the start.

'Ding-ding-'

Colby's phone broke the night's silence. William's name flashed on the screen. When he answered, William's voice was bubbling with excitement: "I did it! It's done!"

Hearing the news, a spark lit in Colby's eyes.

"Come on over and give it a whirl, my friend. Satisfaction guaranteed!"