Chapter Twenty One: Shadows Moving
Reed had always trusted his instincts. They were the reason he was still alive. In his world, hesitation meant death. Loyalty meant nothing. And trust was a weakness only fools believed in. That night, something felt wrong. He stood in the large office on the second floor of his private club downtown, staring through the glass window that overlooked the city lights. The club was alive beneath him—music pulsing, people laughing, money flowing like water. But Reed wasn’t paying attention to any of it. His eyes were cold and distant. One of his men stepped into the room carefully. “Boss?” Reed didn’t turn around. “How many men are outside?” he asked quietly. “Twelve,” the man replied. “And the street?” “Clear.” Reed finally turned to face him. “Clear?” he repeated. “Yes.” Ree
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