As they got back into the car, Rowan’s mind was already churning with plans. Elio’s death was a twist he hadn’t anticipated, but it was also an opportunity.. a chance to tighten his grip on the power structure and eliminate those who dared to cross him. The city’s underworld was like a chessboard, and Rowan was always to be the one controlling the moves.. to be on the top..
Harvey drove in silence. The dark streets of Venice slipped past them, the city’s beauty contrasting sharply with the shadows in Rowan’s mind. The deal with Elio had been crucial, but now it was in shambles, and the fallout could be catastrophic. He needed to think ahead, figure out the moves of those who would try to fill the space left by Elio’s death.
As they approached a quieter part of the city, away from the bus
