The meeting was set in one of the city’s most secure private conference rooms—thick bulletproof glass, opaque from the outside, and walls lined with soundproofing material so dense it swallowed even the scrape of a chair leg. Damien knew this setup well; it was reserved for conversations that couldn’t leave the room without costing someone their life.
The moment he stepped in, six pairs of eyes turned on him. These were not strangers. These were men and women with whom he’d done business for years—some allies, some ex-rivals turned business partners, all dangerous in their own right.
Anton Urza was there, leaning lazily in his chair like a man who owned the air in the room. Beside him sat two other familiar figures—Don Mateo Vargas from Colombia, whose empire was built on routes Damien o
