XVII

ARTEMY

Brayden walked alongside me as we made our way towards my office, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the corridor. His voice broke the silence, filled with a hint of urgency.

"Are we still on for the clubs' check-up tonight?" he inquired, glancing at me with a mixture of concern and determination.

Responding with a grunt, I offered a nod, acknowledging our agreement without saying a word. We reached my office, where Milandro, Leon, and Avim awaited our arrival. As soon as they caught sight of us, they rose from their seats, a sign of respect. Meeting their gaze, I motioned for them to sit before taking my own place.

Gathering everyone's attention, I announced the news we had received. "Raffaele has sent us another warning," I declared, the weight of the situation evident in my voice. "He's set his sights on another club, and he won't hesitate to kill anyone who stands in his way. He wants the whorehouse under his control. I want a minimum of twelve men there, guarding th