Dante’

The air in the room was covered in rich cologne. My chair tipped back as I leaned in it with my fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, studying him.

Eduardo Rodrigo, the Rodrigo family's eldest son. He had dark hair that was slicked back neatly, as if he spent a lot of time making sure that every curl was in place, an expensive tailored suit and an arrogance that only came with having held too much power for far too long.

There were three men with their hands in the pockets of their ...