The world outside Dante’s office was a mixture of choas mixed with gyrating men moving around. Rafe followed Dante through the clubhouse, keeping a careful distance that was professional behind. Every member they passed… from the pool tables to the garage boys, straightened, to salute their boss their eyes snapping and glancing at Rafe with heightened curiosity. Being next to Dante wasn’t just a promotion, it was a visible statement of trust, and of danger.Their first stop was not a meeting, but a private garage. Inside, three men were already waiting, standing in front of a massive black truck. One of the men, a giant with a scarred brow, nodded curtly to Dante.“Good morning Boss.” “Status,” Dante said, his voice immediately shifting to the dangerous Boss persona.“Clean run, Boss. Everything’s cleared and ready. The Weights too are certified,” the scarred man reported.Rafe didn't have a briefcase, nor a notepad to take down everything, So just he watched silently, his eyes rec
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