Fated Dynasties
"They hate each other. They’d never coordinate on a hit that messy."
"Precisely. It’s a setup. A brilliant one. And the rumor is, the warrants are being signed as we speak. They’re going to move tonight. At the gala. In front of the cameras, the champagne, and the high society of this country."
I sat down heavily on the velvet ottoman. The "Fated Dynasties" gala. It wasn't a celebration. It was a trap.
"If the cops move on them tonight..."
"Then the empires fall together," Dante finished. "And whoever held the camera, whoever fed the police, gets to inherit the ruins. They get the contracts, the lanes, and the power, while we’re busy visiting our fathers in Pretoria Central."