HEIR OF PAIN
A few chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the polished wooden table where they were gathered.
“We came all the way from across the oceans not to expand our business here?” one of the mafias, a sharp-featured woman with icy eyes, asked, her voice laced with irritation.
Another man, older and grizzled, nodded slowly. “What can we do? We certainly can’t disobey Ryder Black. He runs this territory. No one dares cross him.”
The rest of the group murmured in agreement, sipping their drinks quietly. Tension lingered in the room. Expanding their operations in this city was a golden opportunity, but Ryder Black had made it impossible for anyone to gain ground without his appro