Vin didn’t sleep that night. There was too much on his plate. Apart from the refugees in his den, he had to make sure they were prepared for any other attacks, and that was on top of tracking trucks full of women that he was sure would be trafficked if he didn’t retrieve them immediately. It was a race against time.

When things pretty much settled, the crime lord looked upon the den and his chest stirred with a mix of emotions for his people. It was up to him to set things right, as quickly as he could.

“Hey.”

Vin looked up and spotted Soren walking up to him...