It was true they were both members of the Illuminati, but Fermin never signed up to be apdog.
Back then, he''d teamed up with them for mutual gain. But the Illuminati wanted more than a partnership. They wanted the Eaton family on a leash.
When Fermin didn''t bite, Michael added, "I saw Miss Eaton crying her eyes out. We go way back. Should I cheer her..."
Before he could finish, Fermin''s knife shed to his throat, nicking him. Blood trickled, but it was just a scratch.
"Stay away from her," Fermin growled. "Touch her, and I''ll end you."
"I''m just being nice here," Michael chuckled. "But if you''re not cool with it, I''ll drop
it. But those terms? Think twice. We only help our own. If you keep ying your own game, that heart goes elsewhere. And trust me, you won''t find another match."
Fermin hated to admit it, but Michael was speaking the truth. Without the Illuminati''s help, he couldn''t find a match for Bert''s heart.
He lowered the knife. "Fine, it''s a deal. Get your people on it. Save him."
"Wise choice. Happy cooperation," Michael smiled.
Fermin gave no response, just walking away.
Michael''s smile faded. Fermin was a wild animal that needed to be tamed with drastic measures.
"You cane out now," Michael said, wiping blood off his hands.
As Frederic stepped from the shadows, he added, "You can ditch that mask. I know who you are."
Frederic removed his mask. "Why help me?"
He''de to check on Bert and got spotted. Michael could''ve ratted him out but killed the witness instead.
"Don''t question my loyalty to the Illuminati," Michael said. "I helped you out to cash in a favorter. That''s it."
He washed his hands and poured himself a cup of tea. "I don''t care why you''re here. You''re no threat to us. You can even tell Debra everything if you like. You''ve got no clue how big the gap between us is."<fnc325> Th?s chapter is updated by find(?)ovel</fnc325>
Juan frowned. "Don''t you care if I''m legit or ying them?"