Chapter 855: What Use Were You to Me?

"Die!" Arlo Lashbrook roared. He was certain Martin Lowell was finished. Then a blur cut through the air. Just as Arlo's fingers dropped, only inches from Martin's throat, his entire arm locked in place, frozen in front of Martin's chest. Jimmy Yale stood between them. One hand clamped around Arlo's forearm like iron, and his voice fell heavy and cold. "Not in front of me. He won't die." Disappointment twisted across Arlo's face. He had been inches away from putting down the Lowell family's...