Victor’s fury detonated as his palm slammed down on the mahogany table with such overwhelming force that the thick wood split cleanly into two, cracks racing outward like lightning across a dark sky while papers scattered violently through the air and the whiskey bottle toppled before exploding against the marble floor in a sharp, echoing crash that filled the room with sudden silence.
The entire space went still as though sound itself had been erased.
Needle froze where he stood, fully aware that he had served Victor Kane for ten years and had witnessed him negotiate with powerful officials, destroy rival syndicates, and turn enemies into obedient tools without ever raising his voice, yet the man standing before him now was no longer that composed strategist but something far more dange
