"Hand over Lola and everyone else… or let's call off this meeting abruptly and see who here comes out alive."
Another moment of silence fell over the meeting room as everyone fixed their eyes on Atlas. Draken couldn't help but let out a snicker, rocking his head in agreement.
Draken turned to the cardinal. "Sounds good!" he intoned. "Let's see who comes out of here alive!"
A glint flickered across Draken's eyes as his mouth twisted into a grin. "And once I'm the one who walks out of here, this entire church… is going to fall."
The cardinal drew a deep breath. "I'm afraid I can't do that—"
"Right now, my men are taking positions all across your territory," Atlas cut in coldly. "In ten minutes, if I don't walk out of here with my wife and my people, they'll assume I'm dead."
He paused, his gaze unwavering. "In ten minutes, blood will spill."
"You bastard…" Draken snickered as he glared at Atlas, though he didn't doubt him. Not one bit.
