THIRD PERSONS POV
The evening air of Silverstone village carried with it a faint scent of magnolia blossoms and damp soil. A fragile breeze slipped between the narrow alleys, tugging playfully at the lanterns hung outside bistros and cafés. Couples lingered in the open, their laughter carried on the wind. It was, by all appearances, an ordinary night.
But nothing about Christopher Wilson’s evening was ordinary.
He sat at a corner table of a secluded restaurant, nerves tugging at his chest though his exterior was calm, practiced. Christopher had long since mastered the art of masks. To most, he was nothing more than a loyal enforcer in service to Silverstone and a trusted friend of the Faron brothers. But beneath the polished surface, he was more—a man with secrets, torn loyalties, and
