By nightfall, Elena was sent out into the streets of Veronia. Her mission was simple, to intimidate a dealer who had failed to pay tribute to the Romano family. Simple in words, dangerous in execution.
The alley reeked of rain and decay. Figures lurked in the darkness, eyes glinting with desperation or hunger. Elena's pulse steadied. She had learned from Adrian power is quiet, observation is lethal.
When the dealer emerged, cocky and unaware, Elena's voice cut through the fog. You owe. Pay, or you will find out what happens to those who forget the family's name.
The man froze, sweat glistening on his brow. Elena could feel the weight of authority settling into her bones. By the time she left the alley, she knew one undeniable truth fear was a weapon more potent than steel.