Smoke stepped through the large doors of his office, his eyes narrowed into slits, his eyes shining brightly through the solid black titanium mask on his face. It had been hours since Vivian’s call, and he had spent that time handling the business of the other cities that he ran.
Running the largest mafia gang in the country was not easy, and it could not be left alone to run itself. Every great organization needs oversight and Smoke made sure that all his commanders and lieutenants knew that he was watching.
He glanced down to his left hand, at his watch, his eyes widening slightly as he noticed the time on the watch.
“It’s almost evening,” he muttered under his breath.
He shut the door behind him and descended the stairs without hesitation.
When he reached the floors of the cast
