Ever since he got into politics, the weight of the syndicate fell squarely on my shoulder. Seven years later, there has been a significant swing in power. It was mine to control, to expand, to manipulate as I deem fit-- but always with his looming shadow over me.
I picked up the glass of whiskey from my desk, swirling the amber liquid as the memory faded away.
“Lena Hart,” I murmured softly to myself. Letting her name roll of my tongue. She was a complication I never expected. It was refreshing and I doubt I’d regret bringing her around. She didn’t know this yet, but I had ever intension of making her mine. Nancy on the other hand, would have to wait.
Draining the glass, I stood and walked towards the large window over looking the city, its bright lights twinkling like stars in the dist
