Chapter 99 Executed Plan

• Rico's POV
• I sat in the black van parked beside the BDSM club, its shadowy exterior blending into the dimly lit alley. Sammy leaned forward, his face illuminated by the flickering glow of the monitors as he scanned the grainy footage.
• My gun rested in my hand, its cold metal grounding me, while the smooth leather mask lay on my lap, waiting for its moment. Inside the club, bodies moved in rhythm to the bass thudding through the walls, oblivious to the storm brewing outside.