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Chapter 13

The night was silent, not even the usual hum of crickets dared break the quiet. Julian walked with purpose through the dark hallway of the old warehouse, the only sound being the echo of his footsteps against the cold cement floor.

His steps were measured, deliberate, a man who knew the shadows well. This place—the warehouse—was more than just a building. It was his fortress, a carefully hidden place known to only a select few. Here, his empire was built, but more than that, it was where he orchestrated his darker dealings—the dirty work that no one could ever trace back to him.

The air inside was thick, almost suffocating with the smell of oil, old wood, and the faint trace of smoke. It wasn't an environment most would find comfortable, but for Julian, it was familiar. It was control.

Ahead, the sound of voices grew louder. Among them, King's voice rose above the rest, its deep and gravelly tone betraying a certain enjoyment. Julian wasn't surprised. King thrived in this environment
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