The night was late. The city below looked like a cold blanket of gems from behind the large glass window of my apartment—a magnificent view that should have made anyone feel powerful, but for me, it was just the background of the golden cage that I had designed myself. I had already fallen asleep, or at least was trying to force myself to drift into unconsciousness, when the sound of the electronic door opening with a hard slam broke the silence of this penthouse.I woke up instantly. My heart pounded, a survival instinct that never truly faded. Before I could even get up, a stinging scent mixed with expensive single malt whiskey, sweat, and thick cigar smoke began to fill the air, creeping into the bedroom like a toxic fog. Unsteady, heavy, and rhythm-less footsteps echoed on the marble floor of the living room, before finally stopping right at the threshold of my bedroom door.Mike.He stood there, his sturdy silhouette looking like a monster that had just emerged from a cave of
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