Luciana's POV
The car hissed to an abrupt stop outside a bar whose neon sign flickered like a dying heartbeat. One of my men alighted and a sound came on as he shut the door, now standing guarded beside me. I stepped onto the cracked asphalt, my gaze fixed on the name of the place— Black Dragon—where I was told the Don of the Black Dragon was. A scoff escaped me. He had no idea what kind of surprise visit I was paying him. My gaze flew to the group of my men already lined up close to me, their silence a promise of violence.
“Storm the place and kill whoever tries to free the Don,” I ordered. They bowed in unison, then moved with the swift, deadly precision of a troop of soldiers, hurrying into the club. In the next few seconds, a thunderous sound echoed from inside, a mix of shattered gl
