Third Person POVThe driver didn’t even ask where to go. One look at Madam Hale’s face was enough. The Hale estate was behind her, but fury propelled her forward, further into Newyork’s underbelly, where glass towers gave way to narrow alleys and unmarked gates.By the time the car stopped, the streets were quiet, the air colder. The sprawling compound before her didn’t carry the Hale crest no polished elegance, no corporate sheen. Instead, it bore the subtle, chilling weight of power built not on money, but on fear.Her maternal home.The Yakuza didn’t need introductions.Two men in black suits bowed stiffly at the gate before one leaned into the tinted window. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened, and he quickly signaled the guards to open the iron doors. No questions. No delay.Inside, the courtyard buzzed with men sharpening blades, cleaning guns, trading terse words. The scent of incense clung faintly to the air, masking the smoke of tobacco and gun oil.At the top of the ston
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