Damian nodded, visibly relaxed. "Good. Because once those forged documents turn up in Saito's office, it's over. I made sure they look legitimate. Dates. Signatures. Everything. Enough to send him to prison twice over."
The gangster laughed. "You sure you weren't born in the underworld? That's a dirty move."
Damian raised his glass, eyes gleaming. "I'm not letting what's mine slip away. Not to a man like him. I can do everything for it!"
Then—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots.
The laughter died. Everyone froze.
Glass clinked quietly on the table as a trembling hand set it down.
The gangster stood up sharply, drawing a pistol from under his coat. "What the fuck?!"
Another shot.
Bang!
Two of his men burst into the room, one clutching his bleeding arm.
"We're hit! They found us!"
Behind them, a third man collapsed with a sickening thud. Blood spread fast beneath him.
"Who the hell—?!" the gangster barked, face twisting in disbelief.
