Night – Elsewhere in the City* Two pairs of polished leather shoes echoed down a marble hallway, steps synchronized. The corridor ended at double doors — mahogany, teakwood, gold lettering inlaid with cruel elegance: _V. REIGNS_. Vines and thorns carved into the frame like a warning. Knock. Knock. They entered without waiting for answer. A figure stood at the floor-to-ceiling window. Moonlight tried to break in, but his shoulders blocked it. Broad. Unmoving. His mohawk shifted in the breeze. The Italian shirt stretched across his back didn’t hide the muscle — it emphasized it. A statue carved for violence. Rivero didn’t turn. “You’re late.” “Apologies, Boss,” Klaus said. Dark blue tuxedo. Sapphire eyes catching moonlight. Gold watch glinting as he stepped forward, file in hand. His beard w
