Chapter 291

Jake Taylor went quiet in the face of Matthew Quinn’s warning. “You’ve got three seconds. Take your people and leave,” Matthew said coldly, hands shoved into his pockets, gaze low and sharp. Jake clenched his jaw, swallowing his anger. “Let’s go,” he barked, turning to leave. Even after getting into the car, Jake couldn’t calm down. His face was still twisted with rage. “Boss, we had way more guys than him. Why didn’t we just push through?” one of his men asked, confused. Jake snapped, “You think it’s that simple?” He still remembered the day Serena Dawson was kidnapped—how Matthew stormed in with a whole squad of men in black, surrounding the kidnappers like a scene from a movie. In Westbridge, Matthew’s power was still unmatched. Sure, Jake had gained some ground, but he wasn’t at the point where he could go head-to-head with someone like that. Not yet. And honestly, he didn’t want to clash with Serena’s man right in front of her grave. Suddenly, Jake asked, “What’s the name of that