Chapter 41

• The shadows in Victor’s opulent office seemed to stretch endlessly, their reach mirroring the grip he held over everyone in his life. Rafael stepped inside, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched tightly. The tension between them was palpable even before a single word was exchanged. Victor sat behind his massive mahogany desk, a glass of aged whiskey in one hand, the other casually drumming against the wood. He looked up slowly, his gaze piercing.
• “You summoned me,” Rafael said coldly, refusing to take a seat.
• Victor smirked. “Yes, I did. Sit, Rafael. We need to talk about the future.”