Dante Masuda

Dante glanced at his watch, his expression blank. The car was waiting, and the political gala he had to attend was just another necessary chore—schmoozing suits and slipping favors to keep his crew’s business running smooth. He made his way outside and slipped into the waiting car. Kane sat beside him, his usually relaxed demeanor tinged with hesitation. Across from them sat Alessio, the smooth-talking owner of Cash Casino, his expression unreadably calm. Dante’s phone screen dimmed as he locked it with a decisive tap. He turned his attention to Kane, his pale blue eyes narrowing. “Listen closely,” he began, his calm delivery carrying an edge of authority...