Nico stood in the shadows of the abandoned lot, his senses heightened as he scanned the surrounding area. The South District was always a hellhole, but Ed Viper’s territory? It made hell seem inviting. The smell of burnt rubber, the distant clang of metal, and the hum of broken streetlights—it all screamed chaos. But this was business, and Nico was used to walking straight into the lion's den.
Vito and Tony flanked him, silent but ready, as they approached the rusted factory doors. This was where Viper liked to conduct his “business.” The place was a wreck, graffiti marking every wall, windows long since shattered, and the eerie quiet making every footstep feel heavier.
Tony glanced over at Nico, his jaw tight. “You sure about this? Viper’s a loose cannon.”
Nico gave a small nod, his fa
