TWENTY-FOUR.

ACE.

As I swiftly grasp the compact bundle of papers that Ismail had dispatched, a resounding knock on my office door at Club Infinity demands immediate attention.

I've been diligently tracking every single minute, fixating on the relentless movement of the hands on the grandfather clock as if I possessed the skill to manipulate time itself.

I yearn to uncover the depths of Ismails' knowledge regarding Birdenes' adoption.

I will exploit it ruthlessly against the Black family to secure the pipeline from Flynn without hesitation.

I wanna be the lord of this whole damn city.

But to make that happen, I have to get my hands on the Black family's turf, along with the Serbs, and the Kade family's turf.

The Drakos' and Lopez family can keep their turf due to the blood contract my grandfather signed with the heads of their families twenty-two years ago.

Besides, their dealings bring more foot traffic to my side of town, which means more bodies are filling my clubs during the weekend