CHRISTOF
I didn’t inherit power. Not the real kind. My father was connected, low-level, old-money, the kind of man who thought having “friends in dark places” made him untouchable. But he didn’t understand the business. He didn’t understand scale. I did.
I learned early that fear was fleeting, but strategy was would stand the test of time. When I stepped into the organization at twenty, it was a mess. A dozen scattered crews, old smuggling routes barely holding together, men loyal to no one, everyone pretending to be bigger than they were. My father wanted me to shadow him, observe, stay quiet.
I had other plans.
The first thing I did was rebuild the routes. Not the small-time stuff, no. I went for the larger veins, the arteries nobody touched because they required finesse and ruthless
