CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Dante's POV

Dante leaned back in the leather chair of his newly acquired office, the scent of fresh wood polish lingering in the air. The space was nothing extravagant. It was modest, professional, perfect for the illusion he was crafting. From the outside, he was just a businessman expanding his interests into a new town. On paper, he owned a private investment firm specializing in logistics. In reality, this was merely a mask for his criminal enterprise he was running beneath the surface.

His fingers tapped against the desk as he scanned the documents before him; reports on the city and its gangs; trade routes, businesses that worked under previous gangs protection. Weak spots. Leverage points. People and officials who could be bought.

A knock at the door made him look up. His second-in-command, Ajax, stepped inside, his usual smirk in place.