C130 CHAPTER 130

In a flash, Christopher found himself standing center-stage, gripping Alfredo's wrist in one hand and Damian's throat in the other. His face was as cold as a winter's gust.

"Alfredo? You... you want to kill me? Have you lost your mind? Weren't we meant to be brothers?" Christopher's hold on Damian's throat didn't silence him. Instead, it seemed to amplify his shock