The next morning dawned with a strange calmness—like the silence before a storm.
Elijah stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit.
Today was meant to be about managing the gang's affairs, reconnecting with what he had built... and finally seeing his little sister again.
She was coming home after her sleepover at her friend's place.
But first, Kai had sent a message: "Come to the base first thing in the morning."
And when Kai said something like that, it wasn't a request—it was a matter of purpose.
The black car outside was already humming softly, waiting for him.
As always, Tony was in the driver's seat, hands gripping the steering wheel with habitual focus.
In the backseat, Elijah sat silently, staring through the tinted glass at the passing streets, his thoughts occupied with the direction of the gang.
Jack sat beside him, arms folded, but his attention wasn't on the cityscape—they were on Elijah.
