Author's POV

“There are so much demand for the new ammunition coming in tomorrow evening. That will be sorted by you, Black.”

“You have to make sure everything turn out well when you guys go to get them.” The deep croaky voice of the mafia's grouphead resounded in the room while he addressed the members of the secret organization.

“We have to ensure that nobody comes close to our group. The other rival gangs will get too cocky if they notice us slacking.

This isn't time to slow down guys, we have to step up and show that we own this arena–”

Collin's dark eyes wandered lazily around the dimly...