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Eddie stormed into the dimly lit underground club, his eyes scanning the crowded room for a familiar face. The bass from the music thudded in his chest, but it did nothing to calm the storm brewing within him. He pushed past clusters of people, ignoring their curious glances, until he finally spotted the man he was looking for.

Axton sat at a secluded booth in the corner, a glass of whiskey in hand. His dark, tailored suit blended seamlessly with the shadows, and the flickering light from the nearby candle cast sharp angles across his face. Eddie made a beeline for him, his steps purposeful and his expression set in stone.

As he approached, Axton looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, if it isn’t Eddie the Enforcer. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Eddie didn’t bother with pleasantries. He slid into the booth across from Axton, his eyes burning with intensity. “I need your help, Axton. This is serious.”

Axton raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his seat as he studied Eddie
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