Victor Callahan gave a short, sharp whistle, and one of his men immediately stepped forward with a large duffel bag. The man unzipped it slightly, just enough for Mattew to see what was inside. Bundles of cash were stacked neatly, more money than most people would see in a lifetime.
Victor’s voice was calm, almost friendly in a way that felt unnatural. “Take it, Mattew. Leave North City behind. With money like this, you can start over anywhere you want. No more fighting, no more trouble. Just peace, freedom… and maybe even a new life with someone else.” He smiled as if he was offering a generous gift.
Mattew let out a quiet scoff and crossed his arms. “So you really think I can be bought? You think I would just walk away because you showed me a pile of money?” He shook his head, a faint
