Chapter 279
He leaned forward, his voice sharp. “Answer me: Atlas promised you a fifty-fifty split of the territory after taking South City. Did you seriously believe him?”
Natasha’s glare intensified, but Andrew continued. “Second, Jayrodale has three major underground organizations; Atlas and the Northern District are the strongest. You know this. With Finley and the Hidden Dragons supporting him, Atlas is more powerful than ever. After he crushes South City, do you think he won’t turn on West End?”
Natasha scoffed, her voice hesitant. “Do you think I don't understand Jayrodale's dynamics better than you? After taking South City, Atlas will be weakened. How could he attack me then?”
Andrew shook his head, smirking. “Calling you stupid would be kind. Atlas has the Hidden Dragons and the ambitious Finley. Even if the Northern District is weakened, Finley can easily mobilize the Hidden Dragons. West End will be next.”
Natasha frowned, increasingly uneasy.
Andrew’s cold laughter echoed. “Once Atlas takes South City, he’ll absorb its resources and fighters. He’ll be weakened, but give him time, and West End is finished.”
He continued, “Atlas won't tolerate a rival. He’ll destroy you. And you, the so-called Black Widow, will be a trophy. You know what that means.”
Natasha’s expression darkened as her eyes darted to Atlas and Finley. Her anger was palpable.
Finley forced a laugh, his fan snapping shut. “Madam Vostokoff, he’s lying. Mr. Girodano only wants to avenge Griffin. You can’t believe his accusations.”
Andrew chuckled mockingly. “Finley, you’re a terrible liar. Even a rookie wouldn’t believe you.”
He continued, "Do you expect her to believe Atlas fights out of loyalty? Underground leaders don't care about loyalty. They use their men as pawns, then enjoy the spoils."
Atlas slammed his fist on the table. “Andrew, you’re crossing a line! How dare you question my honor!”
Andrew shrugged. “I’m not questioning it, Atlas. I’m saying you don’t have any.”
Ignoring Atlas’ glare, Andrew turned to Natasha. “Let me simplify. Ever heard of chess?”
Natasha’s brow furrowed. “Chess? What does that have to do with anything?”
Andrew’s voice grew colder. “Open your eyes. You’re being played. Trusting Atlas will make you another cautionary tale. Don’t let West End become a footnote in someone else’s story.”