James mind was spiraling.
This is a trap. It has to be.
Benjamin was offering too much. Too much control. Too much power. Too much trust.
His eyes flickered to the ring on the table. The black diamonds, a reflection of the abyss he was about to step into. This wasn't just a deal. It was a declaration.
A commitment to something far bigger than drug trading, political manipulation, or survival.
If I accept this, I stop being just a mafia boss. I stop being the man who works in the shadows. I become something else. A ruler? A warlord? A fucking revolutionary?
How the fuck can life turn this bad?
James already felt like he was barely holding things together, but this, this was another level of insanity.
He was already walking a fine line, already balancing between power and survival, but now?
If he took over three towns, that meant thousands of lives would be under his control. Thousands of mouths to feed, thousands of people to keep silent. And someone…someone…would talk.
