thing entity-the sounds of clinking glasses, muffled laughter, the occasional shout of triumph or defeat. The faint buzz of neon lights created an almost hypnotic rhythm, b

n's presence was commanding, but there was something cold about him, as if he operated solely on business, devoid of emo

dangerous, "you've always delivered. No questions,

drink toward him-a glass of bourbon, the usual. He took a sip, the burn of the

his voice a calm contrast to the ten

es by the name of Ethan Cole. He somehow got his hands on a sizable amount of scopolamine.

were photos of a young man-college-aged, scruffy, unremarkable. His fa

how he got it?" Damian asked, his e

ost a whisper. "We need to make him understand what happens w

to a small smile. "I'm s

bloody one, but that was part of the thrill, wasn't it? The adrenaline, the power, the wa

"You know the drill. We'll send a team, but I need you to be th

derstood," he said coldly, his gaze flicking toward the exit. His bo

idn't need him to. He was already a step ahead,

, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the main floor. The dim lights overhead flickered slightly, casting l

cket. He pulled it out, checking the

ebrow but answered a

nd calculating. "I heard you were looking for Ethan

around the phone, his expres

ing. Someone who's been keeping an eye on

the corner of Damia

not money I want, Damian. You'll owe me a favor. W

something unsettling about this unknown player. He didn't like owing favors t

his tone a promise of futur

Good. I'll send you the deta

ine we

Someone else was involved in this. Someone who wanted more than just money or power. His instincts sc

d a jo

hings were spiraling into something far more complicated than he had plann

at came with danger. He had been raised in this world, surrounded by shadows and secrets, but every

ut of the lot, heading toward his next destination. The city lights blurred as he sped down the empty street

was unfolding in his life-one that would drag him deeper into the und

raid. He thrived on c

he Devil would ge