UNKNOWN POV

I twirled the cigarette in my hands, placing it in my mouth.

Across from me sat Joey, a man who had once been my most trusted enforcer. Now, his presence alone felt like I was being pierced with a sword.

His eyes darted around the room, unable to meet mine, and I knew.

“Joey,” I said, my voice low,almost inaudible yet it was sharp as ever, cutting through the silence.

“i believe you have something to say, right”

He shifted in his seat

“Boss, I...” His voice trailed off, and for a moment, I thought he might choke on his own words.

I leaned back in my chair,...