-CASSIAN |
They were waiting in the war room when I arrived.
Six underbosses. The men who ran the Syndicate's operations across the city. The ones who made the money flow and kept the bodies buried.
The ones who thought they had a say in how I ran things.
"Gentlemen," I said, taking my seat at the head of the table.
Silence.
Cold. Heavy.
Dmitri spoke first. Old. Scarred. Russian accent thick as blood.
"We need to talk about the girl."
"No, we don't."
"Cassian—"
"I said no."
Viktor leaned forward. Younger. Ambitious. Dangerous in the way hungry dogs were dangerous.
"Two of our men died in that attack. More are injured. All because you're protecting some nurse who saw too much."
"She's under my protection."
"She's a liability."
"She's mine. That's all you need to know."
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