Chapter 58 The Emergency Meeting

• Jim Nitti paced his office slowly, cigar smoke curling from the corner of his lips as he repeated the reports in his head over and over again: One ninja dead. Trucks torched. Whisper of Vice Lords lingering.
• He read it again, as if repetition might change the words. But the truth sat heavy in his gut. His ninjas were the best, silent blades trained to cut shadows in half. They weren’t supposed to die. Not like this.
• Jim paused, his reflection staring back at him from the dark window, calculating, unsettled.