Chapter 120

Harvey felt better knowing Andrew was in more trouble than he was. He smirked and muttered, "Tony's even more ruthless than Dylan. Andrew won't have a bone left intact when Tony's finished with him."

Just outside the restaurant, three SUVs suddenly surrounded Andrew. He remained calm as several men emerged.

"Remember me?" Juan sneered, his barely healed bruises a testament to their last encounter. "Today's your last."

"Oh, I remember," Andrew replied with a smirk. "How could I forget? Last time, I beat you so badly you were almost unrecognizable."

The memory of Andrew's slaps at the racetrack still haunted Juan. "You won't be laughing soon. Before we kill you, I'll make sure you know exactly what it feels like to have your face destroyed."

Standing nearby with a cold glare, Rocco added, "Don't play any tricks. Cooperate, and I might make it quick. If not…" His voice trailed off menacingly.

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, you're from the East Side, Tony's crew, right?"

Rocco chuckled darkly. "Took you long enough to figure that out, but it's already too late. Last time, you had Dylan to back you up, but now you're alone. I'll make sure you regret your actions."

"Actually," Andrew replied calmly, "you're the ones who'll regret this. Leave now while I'm still in a good mood."

Juan lunged forward, ready to slap Andrew. "Still talking big when you're about to die? Let's see how tough you are now!"

Fueled by rage, he attacked before Rocco and his men reacted. The outcome, however, was unexpected.

Two sharp slaps echoed, and before Juan knew it, Andrew's hands landed squarely on both cheeks, burning with fiery pain. Stunned, he shouted, "How dare you hit me! You're surrounded by my guys, and you still lay your hands on me?!"

Hysterical, Juan yelled, "Rocco, kill him! Kill him now!" The swelling on his face had just subsided, only to be worsened by Andrew.

Rocco hesitated, caught off guard by Andrew's speed. He glanced at Juan's now bruised and swollen face, then pulled a handgun from his waistband. "Don't move. One twitch, and I'll blow your head off."

"So, you came prepared," Andrew said with a cold smile.

"Scared now?" Rocco growled. "It's too late for that. We planned to make it quick, but after hitting Mr. Madden, we're going to make you suffer first."

Andrew glanced at Juan dismissively. "It's his fault for being born a punching bag."

"Shut your mouth!" Juan shrieked. "Take him to the warehouse! I want to torture him slowly and record every moment!"

As they bound Andrew's hands and shoved him into one of the SUVs, Rocco blew across the gun barrel with a smug smile.