AXEL’S POV:
"...and I'm Don Orlando of the Black Horse faction," a gruff voice said, pulling my attention back.
I nodded politely, my eyes returning to the mysterious stranger.
Finally, he stepped forward, his eyes locking onto mine with unnerving intensity. "Vaughan Zedar, Don of the Four Square faction," he said, his voice smooth as silk.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his confidence. His suit was pristine, his posture too at ease for a man who looked like he'd just stepped out of a boardroom. Something about him set my instincts on edge.
"Four Square's Don is Don Zak," I said, testing him.
Vaughan's expression remained neutral, but a flicker of something – amusement? – danced in his eyes. "He passed away two years ago, and I took over."
I nodded, my mind racing with questions.
