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Nico POV

I arrive at the clearing more than an hour early. My first thought is to scout around the place and make sure that this isn't a trap, but the noise around the cabin area stops me.

Garfield Bay, in Little Italy, New York.

A whole goddamn half an hour drive from the main city. My first conclusion was to ignore the message and enjoy another not-so-glorious night in the hotel but alas, my bored ass already knows that I'm a sucker for suspense. Waiting this long is already killing me.

If my suspicions are correct, of which they are ninety-nine percent of the time, then I am facing off against Robert Hunter, another one of the leaders of a rival mafia pack. But that isn't the only thing about him.

He's twice my age and so without a doubt way more established than I am. And we are enemies.

I park my car and step out of it. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of the waves against the rocks.

I close the door of the car, still not believing that I did exactly what he s