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Previously

…“Who found him?” I asked, already rising, the whiskey forgotten. “One of our lookouts. Said he saw some movement, went to check it out.” I walked towards the door, the weight of leadership settling back onto my shoulders, heavier than ever. “Get the crew ready. We’re going for a little ride.” As I stepped out of the back room, into the pulsating heart of the club, I could feel Jazzy’s gaze on my back. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. The ghosts were always there, a constant reminder of the price of power. And tonight, it seemed, the city was demanding another payment. The game of loyalty and lust had just taken a deadly turn.