*BOOM!*

The warm afternoon sun fell over the front of the mansion as we stepped outside, Julian walking alongside us. Lucas had spent the last hour speaking to him about the things he wanted, going over plans and casually mentioning Julian should stop by sometime for a drink. The man agreed with a smile, and I could sense a mutual respect between the two men despite Lucas's usual aloof demeanor, or the fact that he was a Don.

In my hands, I held a small box. Inside it was a gun—a Glock 17. ...