Down the stairs, with firm and steady steps, echoing on each step. There's no rush in my step, nor any doubt. Before the m******e caused by my best friend, it had been years since I went to the basement to release tension.
I've spent so many years locked in my office among papers, running the Brotherhood organization from my castle, ensuring all the businesses that belong to me are maintained, moving the pieces on the chessboard from behind an elegant desk, that I forgot how good it feels to be where the blood runs.
This basement was my escape for years. A place where I learned to control my own demons, my anger. The pressure I felt when I became Pakhan at such a young age, I managed to face it in this place.
That's why I don't judge my friend. That's why I let him vent if he believes t
