Chapter 380
Chapter 380:
The air grew thick with the smell of copper and blood.
Tripp stood at the edge of the chaos, watching with a frown before glancing down at Asher. Asher sat motionless in his wheelchair, completely silent. Tripp wanted to say something but forced himself to stay quiet.
Then Colton broke through the ring of guards and snatched the urn from the grave.
He held it as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
Bright red blood dripped from his hand down the handle of the shovel, each drop striking the grass with a quiet sound that felt impossibly loud in the still silence of the cemetery.
Asher’s expression tightened. He parted his lips and called out, “Tripp p>
𝖮𝘳𝘨а𝗇і𝗓𝗲 𝘺𝘰𝘂𝘳 𝗅𝗶𝗯r𝗮𝗋y оn
Catching the unspoken command, Tripp moved immediately. “I’m on it.” He spun around and threw his full weight into a lunge at Colton.
Tripp knew how to fight. He had watched Colton dismantle men twice his size and understood he couldn’t win in a straight contest — but Colton was exhausted and bleeding. If he committed everything he had into this single moment…
He didn’t waste time deliberating. He ducked a swing and grabbed for the urn in Colton’s arms. But even depleted, Colton’s strength was nearly inhuman. Tripp pulled with everything he had, and the urn didn’t move a single inch.
He froze, caught off guard by just how immovable Colton felt.
In that one second of hesitation, Colton’s fist crashed into the bridge of his nose.
Tripp reeled backward, his head spinning, stumbling several steps before he could find his footing. Asher’s expression darkened into a deep scowl. “Enough games. All of you — take him down at once p>
The order had barely left his mouth before the entire group surged forward without a moment’s hesitation.
Colton fought like a man possessed, but sheer numbers slowly ground him down until they backed him into a corner. He looked at the men surrounding him — every one of them gasping for air just as hard as he was. He narrowed his eyes and dragged the back of his hand across the blood on his lip.
Asher spoke. “Colton, I’m done being patient. This is your last chance. Put the urn down p>
“Not a chance in hell!” Colton growled, pulling the urn tighter against his chest. Sweat ran down his face, but his eyes didn’t waver. “Either you kill me right here, or I walk out of this place with it p>
Asher’s knuckles whitened around his armrest. “Colton, don’t test me. Do you really think I won’t have you killed p>
Colton answered with a slow, cold smirk.
Asher’s hand clamped down even harder on the chair, the veins across the back of his hand standing out in sharp relief. “Finish him p>
The command was all it took. Every last restraint vanished, and the entire group fell on Colton at once, hitting harder than before, holding nothing back.
Colton began to lose ground.
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