CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
~THE SANTINO'S CLAN~
The dimly lit room smell of blood, whiskey, and the unmistakable stench of fear. The walls were adorned with antique weapons—guns, knives, and machetes—trophies of past victories, each with its own bloody history.
At the center of the room, sitting in a massive leather chair, was Axe Santino—the ruthless leader of the Santino Mafia. He was a man built from cruelty, his muscular frame covered in scars that told a story of war, betrayal, and merciless survival. His face was hardened with sharp features, his dark eyes gleaming with a terrifying hunger for destruction.
Before him, his men stood in a stiff line, their expressions unreadable. They had seen Axe in all his moods—calm, calculating, and unhinged. But tonight, he was particularly dangerous.