Damien’s pov:
Black Tide territory doesn't have borders or big signs.
This place is built on fear.
I’ve torn down empires like this before. But this one is different. Black Tide is older, it’s smarter, and it’s very, very patient.
We move deeper into the heart of their district. We pass old factories that have been turned into something much darker than workplaces. We pass rows of windows that look empty but feel like they have eyes behind every pane of glass.
They know I’m here. They just don't know how close I am yet.
About an hour in, we ran into the first real sign of trouble.
A patrol car turns a corner and ends up right in our path. The driver freezes for half a second — just long enough to see the black armored SUVs and realize he’s in way over his head.
He doesn't try to
