"The world already knows," Hazard King cut in. "Your face is on every screen. Everyone knows your crimes. You're done for."
Maksim tried to spit at him but missed, just managing to drool blood onto the floor.
Hazard King turned away, feeling disgusted. Kade showed up next to him. "Boss, we've got a problem."
Hazard King glanced at him. "What's up?"
Kade pointed toward the stage stairs, where a body lay, half on the steps, half on the ground. It was dressed in a black suit, with blood pooling underneath it.
Hazard King's heart stopped. He sprinted to the body and dropped to his knees beside it. It was Alexander. He had a chest wound, his knee was wrecked, and he wasn't moving.
"No," Hazard King whispered as he checked for a pulse on Alexander's neck. There was a heartbeat, weak and faint, but still there. He was barely clinging to life.
"Alexander. Alexander, can you hear me?"
