ROMAN'S P. O.V
The Phoenix wasn't just any casino; it was where the men of the Outfit operated, A kingdom I ruled. A kingdom I decided who walked out alive from.
I checked my phone for messages from Riccardo. Calista doesn't know it yet, but Riccardo isn't just a chauffeur to drive her around, he's a highly skilled bodyguard. I made sure he was watching over her to be safe.
The second I stepped in, the air shifted.
My men flanked the walls, their postures tight, faces grim, hands close to their weapons at all times. The music was low as people made their bets and gambled.
Every nerve in my body was on alert, The Phoenix was filled with the chime of slot machines and the low hum of whispered bets. Dealers in tailored black suits moved with purposeful precision behind VIP tables and
