An underlying anxiety had settled over the inner circle of the Billion Bloodline group lately. It was a strange, suffocating kind of tension—not because an attack had launched, but precisely because nothing had happened yet, even as their home base transformed completely around them.
The headquarters had become a completely different environment now that the women of the Fallen Rose had moved their assets in. Every enforcer on the payroll was on a razor's edge, expecting a violent catalyst to drop at any micro-second. Either the anonymous employer who originally commissioned the Fallen Rose was going to realize the betrayal and act, or Dud was going to orchestrate a devastating play for revenge. Both scenarios promised an immense body count.
