Chapter 1692

"I've told you a million times," Enoch said. "Nothing in this world comes free. As a businessman, you know the drill. You want something. You pay for it."

He looked down and continued, "Although I don't like you, my blood is in your veins. You want Erica? Then you do what I say."

He stood up and walked over, clapping his hand down on Randy's shoulder. "You've grown up, my boy. You should carry the Osborne name proudly. I know you've got it in you. Together, we can build an empire. No more bowing to the other three families. No more kissing the Houstons' asses. We won't be the weak link anymore. You get me?"

For once, he softened, almost fatherly. But to Randy, it felt fake as hell. This update is available on Find_Novel(.)net

If he were a loving father, Enoch wouldn't have ignored him for 20 years.

"You never held me or owned me," Randy said. "I don't need your approval or your empire now."

He shoved Enoch's hand off and stepped forward, pressing the knife to Enoch's neck. Then he ducked behind Enoch, dodging Michael's line of fire.

"Master!" Lara freaked out.

"Nobody moves!" Randy barked "Or he's dead."

Lara snapped, "That's your dad. How could you do this? You don't deserve to be his kid."

She was adopted and raised by Enoch. Although she had never seen his face, she had always craved his approval, which was something neither Randy nor Michael cared about.

"You're my son," Enoch said. "Unlike Juan, you can't hurt me. Saving Erica's got a price."

Randy stiffened, and Enoch took the chance to slip a blade into his gut.

"Too bad. You're not as ruthless as me." Enoch loomed over him.

Randy crumpled as the pain ripped through him. The knife slipped from his hand, and he hit the floor.

Enoch climbed back to the high seat. The stained glass threw eerie colors around.

Randy's mind flashed to Erica's pout. "Who'd marry you? Get over yourself."

"Erica, where are you?" he murmured. "Maybe I really am a useless guy who can't protect you."

He remembered being a kid, cornered in an alley by some older punks.

He hated fighting back then. They'd pushed him too far, and just as one raised a fist, he was ready to swing back.

Then Erica showed up.