The neon glow of the Dragun Ash sign cast an ominous red hue across the narrow alleyway, illuminating the graffiti-streaked walls.
Lloyd glanced at Jacob as they approached, noting the tension in his old friend’s clenched fists and tightened jaw.
“This place still feels like a prison,” Jacob muttered, his voice low. “Camren trapped me in debt, dragged me into his dirty work… If this is where I’ll lead them, they’ll need to see that Camren’s hold over me is over.”
“They will,” Lloyd replied, his voice calm yet commanding.
“But it won’t be simple, they still view you as Camren’s pawn, that’s why I’m here, to make sure they know what's up”
Jacob nodded, glancing warily at the entrance.
He’d worked under his uncle for years, moving through the Draguns’ ranks under the constant weight
