"Damn you for touching my woman."
Capone flew into a rage and charged. Baron Tamago had barely grabbed Chiffon when Capone came after him, sweeping up to him like a gust of wind. "Let Chiffon go," Capone roared, "or I'll kill you."
He might have been wounded, but Capone no longer cared about his injuries. Fury blazed in his eyes, and killing intent surged from him. Tamago had touched his woman, crossing the one line Capone would never let anyone cross.
That was unforgivable.
Tamago glanced at him. When his gaze fell on Capone's chest, he gave a scornful laugh. "You look badly hurt. No surprise there. You betrayed Mom, and this is what you deserve."
As he spoke, Tamago idly swung his cane, treating Capone as no threat at all. Capone took a deep drag on his cigar and blew out a choking ring of smoke. "Put her down!" He forced the words through clenched teeth.
"And if I say no?" Tamago looked at him mockingly and pointed to his wound. "I doubt you've even got the strength to stand much longer."
"Hmph!" Capone's face darkened. His overcoat billowed though there was no wind, and a startling force surged from him. Even the air around him grew restless as an unseen pressure bore down on Tamago.
Tamago smiled faintly. "So you're getting serious. Let's see what you can do. Mom won't spare you anyway!"
Tamago waved to several subordinates standing nearby and tossed Chiffon toward them. The lackeys swarmed forward to catch her, but before they could, a large group of riders burst from Capone's body. Mounted on tall horses, they raced over and surrounded the lackeys in the blink of an eye.
Click, click!
The riders were all Capone's men. They moved quickly, leveling their dark gun barrels