Lucian
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I met up with her at the usual spot. A fellow associate....dangerous in her own right, but not someone I feared. She was beautiful, mysterious, bold. The kind of woman most men would lose their minds over.
But not me.
I had no interest. I never did. I only respected her for what she brought to the table...connections, information, and a shared hatred for the scum that threatened our businesses. Nothing more. Nothing less.
We decided to grab dinner at a high-end restaurant on the upper west side. Discreet, classy, and quiet enough for serious conversations. It was the perfect location for our kind.
As we sat, menus placed in front of us and wine being poured into crystal glasses, she leaned in, voice low but sharp.
“That bastard Roman’s back in the city,” she said, crossi
