Luther POV

I lit my cigar as I smoked on the balcony of my site. The flame caught the tip slowly, and I took a long drag before letting the smoke rise into the evening air. The city below was already shifting into night. Lights were coming on one by one, cars moving in steady lines, people rushing home like they all had somewhere safe waiting for them.

I leaned slightly on the balcony railing and watched everything quietly. For a few seconds, I didn’t think about business or blood or enemies. ...