10AntonThe air was crisp and cool as I exited my sleek black car and made my way inside the secret entrance to my bar, the one that gave me direct access to the sub-ground level, where my gambling ring was set up. The room was smoky, and I walked through the haze, nodding to my men who greeted me, too amped up to talk. I had noticed a tail earlier that day and promptly lost him, but I had been on edge ever since. I felt jumpy in my own city. I felt angry, more full of rage than I had in a long time. I felt threatened, and I didn’t do well with threats.
I had to calm down. Too many emotions led to mistakes, and I was anything but careless. Through hard work I had built up the Peskov mob to be a dynasty, and I would not have it ruined now. It would not come crumbling down. I would stand and
