CHAP 69:{ Confession}

{Mac Allister}

"How many times have I told you to stop bringing things to me in the middle of the night, Rogo?" I grumbled as my loyal dog jumped onto my bed, carrying a package wrapped in red and black. I couldn't help but wonder what it contained.

I sat up, swinging my legs off the bed, and reached for a small locker next to me. Unlocking it, I retrieved a knife, using it to carefully cut through the wrapping.

My curiosity peaked as I unveiled the contents—a card indicating another dark room meeting scheduled for tomorrow at midnight.

I pondered the significance of this meeting. The dark room held a certain mystique, drawing in all the mafia dons who sought to exert their influence and establish alliances. It was a place where power dynamics were shaped and deals were struck under the cloak of darkness.

With the card in hand, I placed it on the table and decided it was time to prepare for the occasion. I retrieved my late father's distinguished silver-colored suit, which held a pro