As a father

Rene sat down across from his father, the thick folders in front of him, hesitating to reach for it.

Then he glanced at Rome, who was casually sipping his champagne, a calculated calm in his demeanor.

Finally, Rene exhaled and reached for the first folder, flipping it open. Inside were pages of detailed reports, photos, and dossiers, all about a gang he didn't recognize.

"The Marran Group." He mumbled, staring hard at the faces and dead eyes in the photos.

"They were known for their ruthlessness, particularly in the underground world. Not just some small-time crew, but an organized crime syndicate with ties all across the country. They were the kind of people you didn’t mess with unless you had a death wish." Rome let out as he reached for an empty glass and poured champagne, the sound of the liquid filling the glass breaking the silence in the room.

Rene’s eyes narrowed as he continued to study the pages in front of him. The Marran Group wasn’t familiar to him, but the level of deta