Kane lounged in the leather chair at the head of his private conference room, a glass of whiskey resting lazily in his hand. The golden liquid swirled in the dim light, casting reflections against the polished oak table where his lieutenants had gathered only moments before. The meeting had ended, but Kane hadn’t dismissed them immediately. Instead, he sat in silence, observing.They thought he wasn’t paying attention, but Kane always was. That was why he had survived. That was why he had risen higher than anyone else in this city’s underworld. Money, power, influence—he controlled it all. Yet tonight, he felt it: the faintest tremor in the air, like the first crack in a fortress wall.Something was wrong.Richard, usually cocky and loud, had been tapping his fingers too much, his laughter a little too forced. Peter, the youngest recruit, had kept stealing nervous glances toward Marcus as though searching for reassurance. And Marcus himself—Marcus, who had stood by Kane from the very
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