When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 558

**Chapter 558: Godfather Mr. Baron**

The moment Shauna’s words left her lips, a shiver coursed through James, igniting an instinctual urge to glance toward Baron.

The oppressive atmosphere surrounding Baron was palpable, almost suffocating. James felt a knot tighten in his stomach; the sheer ferocity radiating from the man was enough to make him avert his gaze.

“You… you’re Murica’s Godfather, Mr. Baron?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Baron, with an air of nonchalance, replied, “I’m surprised you know my name.”

With a deliberate grace, he descended the steps, each footfall echoing like a death knell in James’ chest. The sound reverberated in his mind, amplifying his dread.

How had he found himself in this precarious situation, provoking someone of such notorious reputation?

James’ thoughts raced in frantic circles, desperately seeking an escape route from Baron’s iron grip.

He remembered the whispers about Baron—how he had been spending time with Natalie in Ocean City. That supposed tranquility had dulled his edges, made him somewhat lethargic, but James knew better than to underestimate him. The ferocity that had once defined Baron was still lurking beneath the surface, ready to erupt.

As Baron made his way down, a subordinate rushed to pull a chair into position, placing it directly across from James. Baron settled into the chair with an unsettling calmness, his eyes locking onto James with an intensity that felt like a spotlight illuminating his every fear.

“James,” he began, his voice smooth yet laden with menace, “since I was able to capture you, there are some things I need to extract from you. If you possess any wit, you’ll answer my questions truthfully. Deceiving me is a grave mistake, one that usually leads to a rather unpleasant end. And don’t harbor any illusions about your protector swooping in to save you. I assure you, you will meet your demise long before they arrive.”

Baron’s words flowed slowly, almost casually, but the gravity behind them sent a chill down James’ spine. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, trickling down as he fought to maintain composure.

While the residents of Ocean City may have been oblivious to the true identity of Mr. Baron, those within the international circles were all too familiar with his reputation.

Mr. Baron was a man who feared nothing.

His decisiveness was matched only by his ruthlessness; his methods were cruel, and he never hesitated to confront any form of authority.

Rumor had it that Murica once boasted numerous factions, all of whom had scorned Mr. Baron, a foreigner who dared to act with such audacity on their turf. Yet, anyone who had the audacity to challenge him met with a grim fate, their factions swiftly absorbed into the growing empire that Baron commanded.

According to tales whispered in the dark alleys, Mr. Baron had unified all factions within Murica in less than a year and a half, establishing himself as the undisputed Godfather of the underground kingdom.

How could such a merciless figure have set his sights on him?

James felt a wave of confusion wash over him, his voice trembling as he pleaded, “Mr. Baron, I assure you, I have never interfered with your affairs, nor have I sought to provoke you. I don’t understand why you have captured me. If I have unknowingly wronged you, I beg for your mercy. Please, grant me a chance to rectify my mistakes.”

Baron’s lips curled into a sardonic smile. “Oh? You genuinely have no idea how you’ve offended me?”

The fear gripping James intensified, nearly paralyzing him.

So, he had indeed crossed Mr. Baron?

With a quivering voice, he asked, “Mr. Baron, I must confess, I can be rather slow. If I have done something to upset you, I implore you to show mercy and let me go.”

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