The night was heavy, and the city lights faded behind them as Lucian’s black car sped toward the docks. The sound of waves crashing against the concrete walls echoed through the air. The smell of salt and diesel mixed together — sharp, dirty, familiar.
Lucian sat in the back seat, silent. Marco was beside him, checking his phone. Two black SUVs followed close behind, filled with his men — strong, quiet, and ready.
No one spoke for a while. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the faint music from the radio that no one really listened to.
When the car finally stopped near the sea deck, Lucian stepped out. The wind hit his face, cold and damp. He looked at the ships lined up along the dark water — massive metal giants, still and quiet under the moon.
“Where are they?” he aske
