Devil

Kyren’s guard hands me a think file as we sit at the table, at one of the few restaurants where mafias feel comfortable. It’s a safe place for a deal like this, though I’ve come to trust no one in this world. Ever since Marcellus tried to invade my agency I have been wary, more cautious. I don’t trust anyone easily, especially not someone like Kyren.

I flip open the file and start skimming through the pages. It’s all here, everything I expected.

Weapons.

Kyren is known for being one of the best on the market. It is expensive for sure but top-notch quality. I can’t fault the man for that.

Six million dollars is what I’ve offered. A fair price for the kind of arsenal we’re talking about. As I glance over the inventory, I know this deal is necessary, but it doesn’t mean I have to like the guy.

I’ve never been one for small talk or fake friendliness, especially not with people who know too well how much power I hold. They always want something from me, and I’m not interested in handing ov