Dante

I watched Eduardo Domingo from across the room. He hadn’t aged much, but his eyes… his eyes still carried that venomous fire. The same fire I had seen when I first crushed the Domingos years ago. Back then, they were untouchable—politicians running the city with their smiles and deals, making the public think they were untouchable, and righteous.

I remembered it like it was yesterday. The Domingos had made deals with families like mine, with mafians kind, to gain power. But ...