The door creaked open, and Enoch's assistant peered inside a bit warily. "Sir, the package has arrived."Victor and Stephen exchanged a wordless glance. In dead silence, Enoch rose to his feet, his face somber, and strode from the office. He moved more rapidly now, urgency the counterpoint to confident expectation. Victor and Stephen were hard on his heels.As they drew near the delivery area, Enoch noticed a towering man beside a crate, shifting uneasily. He was sweating profusely, with twitching hands hanging at his sides."Biggy?" Victor called in surprise and suspicion. He started at the mention of his name, darting his eyes between Victor and Enoch."W-what are you doing here?" he stuttered low, as fear wrapped itself around his vocal cords.Enoch turned to Victor, his eyes slanting. "You know him?"Victor nodded, his face hard. "Biggy works for me. He is in charge of the distribution for my goods."Stephen took another step closer, his eyes warily eyeing Biggy. Biggy's face lost

Victor stood outside the club, his scowl deepening. They were actually going through with Clarke's plan. After all the lies he'd told them, he thought they'd dismiss him, yet here he was.Clarke had said Caesar's right-hand man came to this club every afternoon. The catch? Only one of them could go in without raising suspicion. And of course, they picked Victor.He laid his hand over the transmitter in his ear and growled, "Why do you always pick me?"Enoch's voice crackled through the airpod. "You're the one who knows how dealers move. You've been in the game."Victor scowled. "What does that even mean?"Before Enoch could answer, Stephen interrupted him. "Focus. We don't have time for this.Sighing, Victor adjusted his jacket, then strode toward the door. Just as he reached it, a huge bouncer stepped in his way, blocking him. "Entry card," the bouncer grunted, arms crossed.Victor forced a smile. "Uh, about that. I kind of lost it. But maybe we could work something out." He reached

Stephen wavered and words caught in his throat. "We. we don't have anything. But we can help you get what you want." His voice came out a bit shaky as he let the desperation of the situation come upon him.Victor gave him a sharp look. "What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean, we don't have it?" His frustration was stark, but Stephen disregarded him, keeping his focus on the man across from them.The grin on the Chinaman's face spread wider, mirth dancing in his eyes. "You think you can help me?" he mocked. "I have everything I need." He clicked his fingers, and the guards moved farther in, guns still pointed. "Take them.Before either Stephen or Victor could utter anything, two guards stepped forward, grabbing them by their arms. Stephen struggled to pull away, but it was hopeless. A grip clamped down hard on his arm, sending pain shooting up his shoulder. Victor wasn't faring much better, thrashing at the guard holding him."Wait!" Stephen yelled, but the guards didn't

Victor and Stephen stumbled out of the casino, tension thick between them. The neon lights flashed overhead, casting long shadows across their faces. They didn’t speak as they crossed the street, heading toward the dark van parked a few yards away.Enoch sat behind the wheel, arms crossed, watching them. His expression was a mix of confusion and concern. As soon as they got close, he rolled down the window."Is everything okay?" he asked, eyeing them both. From the look on their faces, it was obvious something was wrong.Victor’s jaw was tight, his fists clenched. Stephen looked ready to explode."What's happening, guys?" Enoch pressed, his voice calm but firm.Without answering, they yanked the van door open and climbed inside. Stephen’s face was flushed with anger as he slammed the door shut. "Drive.""Drive where?" Enoch asked, glancing between the two.Victor snapped, "Just fucking drive, now!"Enoch frowned, turning the key in the ignition but not moving. "I didn’t cause your pro

Michael relaxed back, his smirk deepening as he got full-on comfortable. "You see, Stephen, it wasn't enough to simply beat Voss. Oh no, I had to do it with a little panache. That's where you and your merry band of misfits came in."Stephen's fists clenched under the table, but he kept quiet, awaiting the rest."You see, Voss has been running this city for years. He's got everyone on lock-down-until now. What better way to take him down than from the inside? The man trusts his right-hand like a brother, but guess what?" Michael chuckled darkly. "That right-hand? He works for me now. Voss has no idea he's already losing."Victor squirmed in his chair, his glare shifted at Michael. "You are telling me you turned his own man against him?"Exactly. Voss is powerful, but predictable. He never saw it coming. Now, as for you guys. well, dragging you into this mess was part of the fun. Made the game a little more interesting.Victor's eyes slitted further. "So you set us up? You hired that gu