Back in the city, the shadows grew longer as the evening set in, casting a dark haze over the streets. The night was a perfect cover for what was about to unfold—a dangerous meeting between William and Dominic Ferraro, both men cut from the same ruthless cloth, but standing on opposite sides of the fight.
William arrived at the agreed-upon location, a discreet underground club hidden away from prying eyes. It was the kind of place where deals were struck and lives were changed—where the rules were bent and power was bought in whispers. The club wasn't open to the public tonight, the bar stools empty, the low lights casting an eerie glow over the dark leather booths. There was an air of tension, as though the walls themselves were waiting for something to happen.
