CHAPTER 4
VINCE
Vince stared out the big windows of Detta Tower. The street below was buzzing with the evening crowd heading home. He imagined them going to a warm bed, with a soft body to curl up to as they drifted into sleep. Ideally without having a worry in the world. And even if they did, their biggest concern would be if their job was satisfying enough, or would they make the mortgage this month. That would probably sum up the scope of their lives.
In his world? Well, in his world, war was brewing. The underbelly of San Fran was swarming with new, hungry dogs, wanting to overthrow the current top dog. Kristoff Romanov, the uncrowned king to whom he and Sy had sworn allegiance. Sy more so than him, since Vince preferred to stay on the shady gray, but still legal, side of business.
