Bronte swallowed hard, keeping his gaze lowered, his whole body trembling as he could already envision his head falling off his body.
"Only a fool will dare test your patience, master. Your family is like a god to us all. We honour and respect the brotherhood code. We would not move without a word of approval from the Godfather or the Don."
Jasper tilted his head, the faintest shadow of a smile touching his lips, though his eyes remained as cold as steel.
"Family and honour...two fragile excuses men like you cling to." His thought drifted to someone he had buried in the deepest darkest vault of his heart, awakening something dark and primal.
"Very well, tell me more about this mission. Who are the targets? What businesses do they dominate? What power do they control?"
Jackal slowly lifted his head to meet the devil's gaze.
"They are ghosts, Don."
Jackal's lips curled in a thin, humourless smile as he let the word hang in the air like a dare. "Ghost?!"
