Rex inhaled deeply, his hands pressed firmly on the edge of the table as his piercing gaze swept over the room.
The air was heavy with anticipation, and his voice, when it came, carried the weight of a command forged in battle:
“Brothers, the bar is back in our hands. This is Carlson family territory—our legacy. But what we face now isn’t just about reclaiming the past. It’s about survival.”
The words fell like a hammer, resonating throughout the room. A tense silence followed, every man present understanding the gravity of the situation. This wasn’t just about a building or a business. It was about their future—shared, intertwined, and under threat.
Straightening up, Rex allowed his voice to take on an edge of urgency. “Our enemy is the Obsidian Syndicate. They’ve infiltrated every co
