The dark and secluded spot was filled to the brim with smoke and the stench of alcohol permeating the air.
Miguel Rodriguez, not the lover boy that just left his friends or that had to deal with Bella Trump later, but now the formidable Mafia leader, sat in the darkest corner of the high-end bar, his presence commanding the space.
He and his counterparts were enjoying themselves, watching two ladies dance provocatively to the raunchy songs playing in the background.
The mood shifted when Diego Lewiston, a known adversary, entered the bar and nonchalantly made his way toward Miguel’s table.
Miguel raised his jaw, exuding the air of a high and mighty man, asserting his superiority in the room.
"Are you afraid that I'm here?" Diego asked, breaking the tension.
A flicker of annoyance c
