Chapter Eight

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Manhattan, New York

Draken

The club was alive with activity, brimming with the set mood. Ecstasy saturated the air as did the smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, sex and sweat. It was the heady combination that made any party outfit worth the visit. This was the currency of all the night owls, craving a good time and a few hours of inconsequential fun.

This is, however, nothing like the wild abandon Moscow has to offer...

It was no secret that I missed my home. It was the place that had not only birthed me but made me into the man that I was. Every bit of me, lethal and otherwise, had been shaped right on the hard and ruthless streets of my home and I regretted nothing of the years I had spent there.

It had all been necessary, a lesson in the events to come. I valued every experience, brutal or not. It had brought me to this moment, to this new City that I would soon claim as my own with the help of the roots that had already been planted and those that would soon be stemmed j