You Have No Right

"Patriarch…" "This…" Everyone was left speechless, their mouths agape in shock. Michael turned his head slightly and raised his hand. Straich immediately released his grip. Blackwell collapsed to the ground, limp. "Blackwell!" People rushed to him, scrambling to provide medical assistance. Michael stood up, dropped his cigarette to the ground, and stomped it out. "So, the threats to Zelda and the attack on Ella, those were you're doing?" Michael asked calmly. "Yes, Mr. Leach, I Will...