Meanwhile, in the arcade section, Tommy’s mouth fell open in pure horror.

He slowly turned to the boy, who was smiling proudly at his victory.

"Son, why didn’t you tell me you’re actually a professional?" he gasped.

Primo giggled.

"You are... wow!" Tommy shook his head. "I’m honestly at a loss for words."

He looked back at the screen.

He knew he wasn’t as young as he used to be, but this was one of the games he had grown up playing. It had been one of his favorite pastimes, and he had always been confident in his skills.

That confidence, however, was completely shattered by Primo.

A part of him couldn’t help but feel challenged.

He was proud of the boy, but watching Primo beat him so effortlessly made his competitive spirit flare.

Primo grinned before grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling a short note.

[Grandpapa, you’re just like Mama.]

Tommy’s brows rose as he read it.

Primo then began signing. Unlike Liza, Tommy only understood basic sign language, but it was enough.

[She looks exactly like you whenever she plays games with me.]

Tommy chuckled and ruffled the boy’s hair.

"Goodness." He laughed even louder, secretly flattered. "This game really brings out people’s competitive side. Back in my day, I never lost!"

That was exactly what Ashley used to tell Primo as well.

The only difference was that she never managed to beat him either.

"How about another round?" Tommy suggested. "Your grandmama is taking her sweet time..."

He trailed off as something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

Turning his head, he spotted a man in a dark suit approaching from a distance.

Tommy looked back at Primo.

"Son, why don’t you try another game first? Grandpapa will be right back. I’ll just call your grandmama."

Primo obediently nodded before selecting another game.

Tommy smiled fondly. He ruffled the boy’s hair once more before walking away. He only stopped a few meters from the arcade machine.

Close enough to reach Primo in just a few strides if necessary. Far enough that the boy wouldn’t overhear their conversation.

"Sir." The suited man approached, stopping two steps away.

Tommy glanced at him. His expression was nothing like the warm smile he wore around Liza, Ashley, or Primo.

His eyes were cold, emotionless.

"Didn’t I tell you to stay away unless it’s important?" Tommy said flatly.

His gaze shifted briefly toward Primo.

"It had better be important." His tone remained calm. "I don’t want to scare my boy."

Just as Liza had once told Ashley, they had never truly left the underground world behind. Tommy, least of all.

The peaceful life they lived now was simply an illusion that allowed them to live instead of merely survive.

To protect that illusion, Tommy was always surrounded by elite security.

Most of them blended into crowds so naturally that people rarely noticed their presence. The men in suits, however, belonged to another team. They handled a different kind of security.

The man nodded before leaning in slightly.

"Sir, one of our teams noticed you’ve been followed ever since you left the hotel," he reported quietly. "We didn’t want to alarm you until we identified who they were and what they wanted."

Tommy cast him a sidelong glance. "Who sent them?"

The man shook his head. His eyes briefly drifted toward Primo.

"I came personally because we discovered you weren’t the target, sir."

Tommy frowned deeply. Then realization slowly dawned on him. His gaze returned to Primo.

"What do they want?"

The man shook his head again.

"They’re not cooperating." He paused. "The only thing we managed to learn was that they mistook us for Dominion’s people. And they don’t seem to know you. We’re still running background checks, but I doubt we’ll find anything useful."

Tommy listened quietly. His expression remained dark. He wasn’t pleased.

Then again... he wasn’t surprised either.

Primo was Lucian’s son.

The heir to Dominion.

Even though Lucian had repeatedly told Tommy he had no intention of dragging Primo into that world, the underground’s interest in Lucian was simply too great.

"Did you coordinate with Dominion’s people?" Tommy asked.

"Yes, sir." The man nodded. "They left the matter to us."

Tommy didn’t hesitate.

"If they insist on staying silent..." His eyes turned icy. "...then make sure they stay silent permanently."

There was no discussion.

No debate.

The order had already been given.

"And make sure not a single trace of them can ever be found."

The man lowered his head respectfully.

Without another word, Tommy turned around and walked back.

"I’m back, son!" The warm smile instantly returned to his face. It was as though someone had flipped a switch.

Nothing remained of the ruthless man who had just signed another group’s death warrant. Then again, Tommy had always been like that.

He was a veteran.

A former don.

Long past the stage where he wasted time investigating people foolish enough to provoke him. These days, Tommy simply wanted to enjoy life.

If someone sent assassins, his men dealt with them.

If enemies sent stalkers, mercenaries, or rogues... the outcome was always the same.

None of them ever returned to report to their employers.

And the people following Primo would meet the same fate.

They would simply disappear from the world -- without a trace.

That disappearance alone was enough of a message.

Meanwhile, the suited man turned to leave. The moment he did, he paused.

Liza stood only a short distance away. She looked at him, her brows tightening briefly.

A second later, she simply smiled and continued walking toward Tommy and Primo. As though she hadn’t already understood that whenever one of Tommy’s men approached him... someone’s fate had just been decided.

The man watched Liza leave before resuming his steps.

Pulling out his phone, he calmly issued his order.

"Cut them into pieces." His expression never changed. "The boss isn’t interested in hearing what they have to say anymore... even if they’ve changed their minds."

"Yes, sir."

With that, the man hung up and walked away to not disturb his boss from such a leisurely activity with their grandson.