Whoosh!
A glowing cigarette butt flicked through the night air, tracing a fiery orange arc against the darkness like a dying meteor before vanishing into the churning black waters of the Dragon River below.
Scarface exhaled the last cloud of gray smoke from his lungs, shaking his head with exaggerated pity. He took a few swaggering steps forward, his boots crunching on the gravel of the bridge's maintenance path. His face was twisted into a sneer of absolute contempt.
"Dom Lynch killed your mother with his own hands and was thrown into prison like a dog. The great Lynch Family crumbled from the inside out, turning to dust overnight," Scarface spat, his voice dripping with venom.
"You didn't have the ability to save it. You watched it burn. And now you blame others for being despicable?
