Knight Blood, known in the underground as the Black Knight, stood calmly behind the Royal Mirage Casino & Resort, his sleek black car parked just a few feet away. Flames licked the night sky, the building groaning under the weight of its destruction. Wood cracked. Cement blocks fell like thunder. Screams and shouts pierced the smoky air.
Knight smiled.
His eyes glowed with the fire’s reflection as he watched the chaos he’d created unfold. There was no joy in his grin. No sense of relief.
Just a sliver of satisfaction.
A tiny flicker of calm buried beneath the inferno of rage boiling in his chest.
Because this wasn’t over.
Not yet.
One of his men stepped forward, voice tight with urgency. “Boss, we have to leave now. The police are…..”
“Tell me that’s not the prettiest thing you’ve
