Chapter 118 (Phoenix)

The air in the black market was thick with the scent of desperation and greed, a mingling of sweat, smoke, and the sharp tang of illicit transactions. Phoenix Eadmaer Koznetsov, ex-military captain and now the formidable head of La Nera Bratva, navigated the labyrinthine alleys with the ease of a man who had long ago made his peace with the shadows.

The market, hidden in the bowels of the city, was a cacophony of haggling voices and the constant buzz of clandestine activity. Stalls and makeshift shops lined the narrow paths, each offering a variety of contraband: we*pons, stolen goods, counterfeit money, and dr*gs. Phoenix was here for the latter, ensuring a major deal went smoothly.

Flanked by his trusted underboss and consigliere, Demetri and Grey, Phoenix moved with a purposeful stride. His presence commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Conversations halted and eyes averted as they passed, the crowd parting like the Red Sea.

They approached a small, nondescript tent at