“Hand it over. Let me piece the full map together,” Rafael said, extending his palm.

However, Quinton did not budge – in fact, he took a step back, his whole body edging closer to the front door.

Rafael’s eyes narrowed, and a cold gleam flashed in them. “Quinton, what do you think you’re doing? Are you playing games with me now?”

Quinton smiled harmlessly. “Mr. Driscoll, I wouldn’t dare play games with you. But you know how it is—it never hurts to be cautious. If I just hand this over and you two decide to go back on your word, then I’d be handing steak to wolves.”

Mosby chuckled. “Relax, Quinton. We promised you a share of the treasure, and we’ll honor that.”

Quinton snorted. “I want more than a share. I have two conditions. First, Grand Viper is your man. You’re going to get him to kill Andrew for me. I don’t care what it takes—I want that bastard dead. Every second he’s still breathing, I feel like the sky’s collapsing on me.”

Mosby agreed immediately, “Done. No problem at all.”

He sneered inwardly. Quinton’s got that same bitter fire… guess he’s tasted Andrew’s wrath too. Finally, someone else who’s been through the same hell as me.

He actually felt a bit comforted. Misery really did love company.

Quinton clenched his fists. “Second condition – Grand Viper also has to kill the head of the Wright family.”

Rafael blinked, then gave a twisted grin. “The head of the Wright family? You’re planning to off your own father?”

Quinton let out a guttural scream. “That senile bastard is not my father! The moment he made me regard Andrew as my godfather, he lost that title for good. He’s been riding high as family head long enough. The second he drops dead, the Wrights are mine. Then, I’ll be the one living large.”

His smile twisted into something unhinged, eyes gleaming with lunacy.

Mosby did not even flinch. “Of course, Quinton. Consider it done. But now that your conditions are out in the open, it’s time to hand over that final piece of the map, yes?”

Quinton hesitated for a second, then clenched his jaw and stepped forward. “Fine. I’m trusting you with this. Don’t make me regret it.”

Trying to suppress his excitement, Mosby kept his face neutral as he accepted the final fragment. He laid it out on the table, and at that moment, the complete treasure map was finally assembled.

“Mr. Driscoll, we’re good!” Mosby said cheerfully, forming an okay with his fingers and snapping once toward Rafael.

That snap was not just a celebration. It was their private signal, hinting that the deal was done, and it was time to clean up.

Rafael’s smile darkened. He glanced up toward the second floor and shouted, “Grand Viper! Do you still want to kill the Wrights? Well, guess what – this one’s useless now. This idiot wanted a share of the treasure—he’s not worth the air he breathes. Come down. Take your time. Kill him, torture him—whatever makes you happy.”

With that, Rafael and Mosby turned away, already immersed in analyzing the full map. They completely ignored Quinton and the look of betrayal that was burning in his eyes.

“Y–You lying bastards!” Quinton screamed. His legs gave out, and a stream of urine trickled down his pants as he collapsed in horror, his voice breaking into a howl.

“You treacherous bastards! Screw you all!”

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