Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1198

By some twisted stroke of luck, Archie's manhood—though bruised and swollen—had not been completely destroyed. While he silently thanked the heavens, his hatred for Tiana grew even deeper.

That seductive married woman? He was determined to have her tonight, no matter what it took.

Just then, Jerry and a dozen of the Rhodes family's top fighters finally arrived on the scene.

Jameson, seeing that his people were in place, narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Mr. Hopkins, you really want to keep pushing this?"

Archie let out a twisted laugh. "Mr. Rhodes, your wife hit me. That punk by your side hit me too! Do you really think someone like me, who cares this much about his reputation, is just going to let that go?"

Tiana scoffed. "So what if we don't let it go? Mr. Hopkins, you're nothing more than a disgusting maggot. What are you going to do about it?"

Archie screamed, his face flushed with rage. "Tiana, you filthy bitch! Do you think you're better than me? Tonight, I'll make sure you beg me to stop!"

Tiana smiled slyly. "My precious son-in-law could wipe out your entire Hopkins crew all by himself. Want to test that theory?"

Archie froze for a beat, then turned to look at Andrew and burst into mocking laughter. "A nobody with decent fists? Kid, you're nothing compared to the experts the Hopkins brought tonight."

Immediately, over a dozen of the Hopkins elite turned their steely gazes on Andrew. The weight of their collective pressure was intense.

Even so, Andrew stood there unfazed—calm, collected, completely unshaken.

Jameson stepped in. "Andy, fall back. I will handle this."

Andrew smiled faintly. "No rush, Mr. Rhodes. My people are on the way."

Jameson blinked in confusion. "Your people?"

He found it hard to believe. Andrew had barely gotten his footing in Blumedale, how could he have anyone under his command?

Archie, already seething, snapped, "Hopkins crew, attack! That punk especially—I want every inch of him broken!"