"H-h-how... what the..." A collective gasp ripped through the air as Mick Owen and Susie Barrett witnessed the utterly impossible. Their hearts pounded against their ribs, a frantic rhythm of pure, unadulterated terror. The three figures of the Pitman family, the undisputed, iron-fisted lords of Redharrow's underworld, were kneeling. They were prostrate before Issac Monroe, bowing their heads in a posture of complete submission and desperate plea.
The sight alone was enough to short-circuit Mick Owen's entire worldview. His mind struggled to reconcile what his eyes were seeing with everything he understood about power and hierarchy. The Pitman brothers were untouchable, their authority absolute within the dark alleys and shadowy corners of the city. Yet here they were, reduced to tremblin
