CHAPTER 374. A CAGE FOR THE QUEEN. Especially talented at lying

John’s movement was precise and skilled. His golf club struck the back of Heston’s knee, sending him to the floor with a cry of pain. John seemed relaxed, as if he were directing a play where he already knew the ending.

“Chiara, go to the bedroom, love. Please?” His tone was sweet, contrasting with his actions. Chiara obeyed without hesitation, but didn’t bother locking the door, knowing that as long as John was there, she had nothing to fear.

As soon as she disappeared through the door, John kicked Heston to roll him onto his back.

“You don’t know how lucky you are, you miserable fool. I have a permit to fire weapons worldwide, and you’re trespassing on private property,” he hissed. “You have no idea how hard it is for me to hold back and only use this damn golf club.”

He struck Heston’s side, watching as the man tried to crawl away.

“I already gave you a chance to run,” John said in a low voice. “And yet, you came back