The acrid stench of smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the distant wail of sirens. Sylvia stood next to Evans in front of what remained of his nightclub, the once-vibrant building now reduced to a smoldering ruin. Flames still licked at parts of the structure, casting eerie shadows across the cracked pavement.
Evans said nothing, his calm expression masking the rage that boiled within him as he took in the destruction. Beside him, Luciana stood with her arms folded, her mind already scheming brutal ways to exact revenge. Rocco leaned against a charred lamppost, his usual frown now more rigid than ever. The weight of what had happened settled over them like a suffocating blanket.
Three of Evans' businesses had been hit in a single night.
A shipment of high-end electronics—gone.
