The dimly lit room resounded with hushed conversations as Abaddon took his place at the head of the imposing mahogany table. Anticipation hung heavily in the air, veiling the faces of the men gathered in shadows. This was the inner sanctum of his empire, the epicenter of his operations, where discretion was paramount.
Leaning back in his leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin, Abaddon's piercing gaze swept the room. These were not merely his subordinates; they were his most trusted confidants, the pillars of his dominion, the men he depended on to safeguard his empire's unassailable position.
The assembly comprised Axel, his right-hand man and most trusted confidant, along with Jezebel and Dexter, his remaining capos, as well as the trusted seconds of each capo and two of the
