Chapter 145

Harvey knew exactly what kind of man Tony was, but a problem existed—he owed Tony millions and had no right to challenge the East Side crime boss.

“Mrs. Stevens, don’t worry. I’ll handle this. How dare that old bastard touch Christie! He’ll regret it!” Despite his fear, Harvey’s tone was full of bravado, as if Tony were beneath him.

“I knew it!” Irene’s tears turned to smiles. “With you stepping in, Harvey, even Tony will have to release her.”

“You can rest assured, Mrs. Stevens. Tony will have to respect the Weller family name, whether he likes it or not,” Harvey promised confidently.

After hanging up, Harvey’s confidence vanished. “Tony, Christina is my woman. Do you actually think you can get to her before I do? That’s not how this works!”

Growing angrier, Harvey’s face contorted as he dialed Tony’s number.

“Mr. Madden Senior, even if I owe you money, you didn’t have to take my woman. Please release her immediately,” he demanded, striving for firmness.

“Harvey, stay out of this,” Tony replied. “You owe me millions, and you’re in no position to make demands. I took her only to make Andrew come to me and beg my forgiveness.”

“So, you’re after Andrew?” Harvey asked, surprised and delighted.

“Of course. He nearly killed my son and dared to kick me. You think I’d let him live?” Tony growled.

“Mr. Madden Senior, you must kill him. Don’t let him off!” Harvey quickly agreed. “But if you’re after him, why take my woman? Please, let Christina go.”

“Christina is my leverage against that punk. Releasing her is not an option,” Tony refused.

Harvey’s suppressed anger flared. “But Mr. Madden Senior, I’ve already told you—Christina is my woman. You’ve taken her, and now you’re making me look like a fool!”

Tony sneered. “You’re drowning in debt, yet you parade around like you’re the king of Jayrodale’s elite. We both know you’re all show. Harvey, your reputation means nothing to me.” His words dripped with mockery and disdain.

Harvey’s face flushed with rage. “Mr. Madden Senior, are you seriously refusing to let her go?”

“Hell no. I won’t rest until Andrew is dead,” Tony snapped. “And by the way, I’ve taken a look at Christina. She’s quite the beauty. Now that she’s in my hands, you don’t expect me to refrain from enjoying myself, do you?”

The line went dead, leaving Harvey’s hands trembling. Christina was his woman, yet Tony had just declared his intentions to her.

Harvey’s face twisted with rage and humiliation as he growled, “Tony, you asshole!”