**From Edward's Perspective:**
"Uncle Edward, I'm in pain. Where did Alexander go? He should be here with me."
I exhaled a cloud of smoke from my cigarette. The situation had turned tragic. I never expected Alexander to go through with it. I mean, he actually dared to shoot Ork. Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.
"Uncle..."
I stood up from my chair, watching my nephew whimper like a child under the influence of painkillers. Honestly, if he hadn't taken that bullet, that damn brat wouldn't still be enjoying his remaining moments.
"He's in his wife's arms," I muttered, crushing my cigarette underfoot. I knew the mafia under my command had suffered a major loss because of me, but what Alexander did was an open declaration of war—one with no end in sight. The sheer danger of it made me even more determined to take Ayor somewhere far away.
