Damien and his men parked two streets away from St. Lous Café. Engines off, windows tinted, silence heavy in the cars. Everyone knew the plan by heart. Every move was set like pieces on a chessboard.
Inside the first car, Damien leaned back in his seat, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the café’s direction. He wasn’t here for coffee. He was here for Liam. And Liam was nothing but bait to reach the man who’d taken his father’s life.
“Everything’s ready, boss,” Jace muttered beside him, adjusting the earpiece that connected him to the men inside.
“Good,” Damien said, voice low. “No mistakes. No noise unless I say so.”
The first step of the plan was already in motion. One of Damien’s men had walked into the café, dressed plain, looking like any other customer. He ordered a black coffee, sat b
