His Domineering Lover
Chapter 1015

Joshua went to Jamar for protection. He embellished the whole story, describing Caesar as an unreasonable troublemaker. Yet he never said a word about the evil he had done. "What? How dare he bully my man! I'm gonna kick his stupid ass!"

"I know! Mr. Goff, he doesn't give a sh*t about you. We should go after him."

"What's his name?"

"Well, he just said he was Mr. Peterson. He must be afraid to say his full name. What a coward..."

Before he finished speaking, Jamar's face had changed. "He's Mr. Peterson?"

"Yes. Mr. Goff, do you know him? He said he wanted to see you."

"D*mn it, why didn't you say it earlier? You stupid jerk, you're gonna get me killed. I have to go."

"Mr. Goff, why are you so scared? Who on earth is Mr. Peterson?"

"Let me tell you one thing. There's not a man in the whole mob who wouldn't listen to him. I stole some of his cargo earlier, and I thought he didn't know! Looks like he's not gonna let me go. I'm out

of here."

Jamar's face turned livid. He wished he could fly away now.

Before he could leave, his man came in. "Mr. Goff, there is a man called Mr. Peterson waiting for you outside."

"Sh*t, how did he get here so fast? I'm so going down." Jamar was desperate.

Seeing this, Joshua was totally freaking out. If Mr. Goff was doomed, so was he.

Why was Rose's boyfriend such a big shot?? It was too late for him to regret it now.

"Come with me to meet Mr. Peterson."

"Yes."

Caesar saw a man with a long scar on his right face. He should be Jamar.

Caesar kept a low profile. Although many people have heard of him, few have actually seen him.

When Jamar saw Caesar, he was just like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Mr. Peterson, what brings you here? I never thought you would be so young. Come on, have a seat."

Caesar followed him to into the house and sat down on the sofa casually.

Jamar bent over and handed him a cigar. "Try this, Mr. Peterson."

Caesar folded his legs but did not take Jamar's cigar. Instead, he took out his cigarette box.

Jamar immediately took out his lighter. "Mr. Peterson, may I?"

Joshua, who was standing aside, couldn't wait to hug Caesar's legs and beg for mercy.

Caesar took a drag on his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke. No one knew what he was thinking.

"I'm here for two things. One is about my cargo. Jamar, you're really amazing. How dare you steal my cargo?"

Jamar knew there was no point in denying it. "Mr. Peterson, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was yours. If I knew it, I wouldn't even look at it! I'll pay you double. Can you please let me go?" "Do you think I want your money?"

From beginning to end, Caesar's tone was very relaxed. But Jamar and Joshua felt so pressured.

"Mr. Peterson, it's all my fault. If you don't want money, I can give you something else."

"Jamar, we're all mobsters and you're a smart person. Let me tell you what to do." "Go ahead, Mr. Peterson." Caesar took out a military knife and stabbed it directly into the table in front of him. "For the sake of your attitude, I'll just want one finger. You want to do it yourself or should I?"

Mobsters faced death and disability all the time. Caesar was the king of this world.

One finger was common and not too much to ask. However, Jamar didn't want to compromise.

"Mr. Peterson, show mercy, please! I can give you all my money. Please cut me some slack!"

Caesar picked up the knife and played with it in his hand. "Jamar, I'm a man of my word. You need to pay for what you did, right?"

A cold light flashed across Jamar's eyes. "Mr. Peterson, are you sure you want my finger?"

"Yeah."

"Then..." Suddenly, Jamar rolled forward and put his gun to Caesar's temple.

"Mr. Peterson, I know you're the king of the mob, but you made a big mistake. You come to me with so few people.

"It should be a rookie mistake, right? I guess you didn't realize you were in a strange land.

"I wanted to show you some respect, but you're just too difficult. Don't blame me for being cruel!"

Joshua had thought that he was over, but things seemed to be turning around. He felt so good.

Mr. Goff was terrific!

However, the man who was pointed at by a gun didn't feel panic at all. He even calmly pulled on his cigarette.

"Jamar, you know what happened to the last guy who pulled a gun on me?"

"Stop bluffing. This is not your place! Come on, guys!"

Suddenly the situation changed and both sides took out their guns.

All that mattered now was the gun pointed at Caesar. His bodyguards knew very well how strong he was, so they stayed cool. Joshua thought Jamar was gonna win. "Mr. Peterson, I think you're just a gigolo man. Forget it, you're no match for Mr. Goff." Caesar glanced at Joshua indifferently. The deterrent look in his eyes made Joshua's feel cold all over.

This man was clearly at a disadvantage, bit why was he so calm? Wasn't he afraid at all?

"Mr. Peterson, I hate going against you, but you started it. Go to hell!"

Caesar snorted and turned the knife in his hand. Before Jamar pulled the trigger, he had already cut Jamar's hand and moved to his back agilely.

Jamar pulled the trigger and aimed his gun at the crystal chandelier above.

Caesar grabbed the gun and jumped to the other side, watching the crystal chandelier fall.

It happened in a matter of seconds. Everyone was stunned. Were they in a movie?

Caesar held the knife in one hand and the gun in the other. He looked as calm as usual. "Jamar, I've changed my mind. Apart from your finger, I want you dead."

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