KOLE
Tension thick enough to choke on filled my private office. Leaning back in my leather chair, I stared across the scarred wooden desk at the two women standing before me. Sasha stood with a relaxed, almost lazy posture, a faint smirk playing on her lips, while Karina held herself stiff as an iron rod, her bruised knuckles clenched tight at her sides. Running an underground syndicate required ironclad discipline, and having my people brawl in the corridors undermined everything I had built.
"I brought you both in here to make one thing crystal clear," I began, letting my voice drop into a dark, unforgiving register. "The fighting stops today. If either of you throws another punch outside the training mats, I will personally lock you in the holding cells until you forget what daylight
