Ethan picked up the briefcase and placed it on his bed.
"Are you sure it's safe?" Mark questioned, ever the voice of caution.
The blue-eyed man shrugged and opened it anyway, but what they saw left them all in shock.
"Holy shit."
There was money, stacks of it, more than any of them had ever seen in one place.
Elara's eyes widened slightly.
Mark let out a low whistle. "That's… a lot."
Inside was also a letter, which drew Ethan's attention even more than the cash. He picked it up, scanning it instantly to find there was a short and casual message. But what stood out the most was the sender, who made his heart skip a beat.
'The Cyclops? Isn't he the one that Kaela said ran the UFC and warned was dangerous as fuck?!'
The message was almost polite, but there was definitely a dangerous undertone.
"It was great to have you at my event, even though you killed one of my subordinates. Feel free to come again anytime; my number is attached," he read aloud.
