*VINCENZO*
As I stepped into the dimly lit confines of Phantom nightclub, a sense of unease washed over me, undercutting the rhythmic pulse of anticipated music. Usually, this place was my sanctuary—a vibrant backdrop to my chaotic life, where shadows danced with neon lights and the bass thumped like a second heartbeat. But today, the air felt thick, electric with tension, a foreboding sign that something was off.
Gustav, my loyal goon, trailed closely behind, his hulking frame a reassuring fortress as we ascended to Jesse's office on the upper floor. My mind raced with irritation, fueled by the interruptions that had derailed my evening with Adeline. The first call—the intel about the weapon shipment—had been expected. Those whispers always carried a hint of danger, and I wouldn't have
