DAMON
I sat behind my desk, fingers drumming against the dark wood surface while studying the man across from me.
York. The name alone carried weight in business circles across the city. Known for building empires from nothing. For having connections that ran deeper than most governments.
But what the hell he was doing in Ashville that night still didn't make complete sense to me.
That night. The one where everything went to s**t. Where I walked into what I thought was a legitimate business transaction only to find myself staring down the barrels of five different guns. It was the wrong place at a wrong time. Wrong f*****g people.
York had been there , almost killed and I had to test those fu.ckers apart.
Now he sat in my office like this was a casual visit. Like we were old friends
