Alan sat alone and clenched his fist, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he muttered beneath his breath, “You just started the war, Kai Williams.” With Kai now out of sight, Alan's men, who had been lingering nearby, approached the bar stand to rejoin their boss.

One of the men, a burly figure with a scar across his cheek, spoke up. “What next, boss? It didn’t go well, did it?”

Alan shook his head slowly, his eyes dark with determination. “I’m tired of waiting. He will ...