Liars Like Us - Book 1: Legacy of Lies
Corridors that had once hosted smug deals now hosted death: chandeliers trembled as gunfire ricocheted; wine spilled over marble in dark ribbons that looked like blood already.
In one upstairs salon, Dante found five men clustered around a caged door, throwing crates, arguing over who would be sent where once Cruz reclaimed control. He stepped into the doorway, and the debate died like a candle snuffed. A single motion, a pistol raised, then everything moved in a choreographic collapse as his lieutenants swept through — rope snapped, necks broken, breaths stopped. Dante watched the fall with a spectator’s clarity, like a surgeon. He wiped the blood from his knuckles with the back of his hand