Michael held the contract, chuckling, "As I said, he might not wanna go with you."
"Whether he comes is my problem," Debra shot back. "You promised to deliver him."
"Fair enough," Michael said. "He's useless to me now. I can let him go."
He waved a hand. Soon, someone dragged Drake out.
When Drake saw Debra and Kale, his face twisted with anger.
"Get over here," Debra demanded.
Drake took a step forward but stopped. "I'm not going back. Get lost."
"Come on. You gave them the stone, and I lost my company. If I don't bring you back, how do I face everyone?" she said.
He clenched his fists. "We're not on the same side. This is all your wishful thinking. Go away. I don't wanna see you."
"Boss, I'm with you." Kale stepped up, pale from his shoulder wound.
Drake's voice iced over. "Didn't you hear me? I don't want you here. The Illuminati's got more to offer. We've always been in it for profit. I never saw you as friends."
She wasn't one to beg. Kale's wound couldn't wait. Drake could rot, but she wouldn't lose Kale.
"Mrs. Houston," Kale pleaded.
"I know you wanna stick with him," she hissed. "But he's not taking you to the Illuminati. Get it?"
She didn't know what they'd done to keep Drake, but she was sure it was not his choice.
Outnumbered, they couldn't take him away by force. It could backfire badly.
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