~Darius's POV~
"Are you kidding me? Kostas was a brilliant mind. Arrogant, yes. But a talent I would never waste by killing."
"Oh, get over yourself, Ioannis."
"Let him deny it," another voice cuts in. "At the last meeting, he told Kostas he'd blow his brains out."
Being trapped in a room full of greedy old men and women clinging to power, men and women who should've retired decades ago is one of the most suffocating experiences I've had this year. And it's only February.
The air reeks of whiskey and cigarettes, thick enough to choke on. Their arrogance paints every line of their wrinkled faces, the same self-serving smirks of men who built their empires off blood and lies. Now they sit here, pretending they still matter while the next generation, those of us actually capable of leading, wait for them to die off.
