Chapter 216 The Price Of Peace

• The café on Bay 12 was half-empty, sun pouring through the wide windows like it had no clue half the city’s underworld had walked inside. Ellerei slipped into the seat beside Knox, Bishop and Decker flanking across from her. On the far side of the table sat the men who had once snapped their fingers and watched whole blocks kneel.
• Garza looked smaller in daylight, lines etched deeper around his mouth. Morales had a fresh bruise across his jaw, evidence of a fight he hadn’t won. Torri drummed his fingers against the wood, too restless for a man who used to own half the port.
• They didn’t come with bodyguards. That told Ellerei more than words ever could.