“Get out,” the man seated with Rodney at the back pulled out his blindfold. Rodney opened his eyes and stared up at the imposing building in front of him. It was a large, gray concrete structure, with bars on the windows and a wall fence surrounding the perimeter.

He opened the door and stepped out. Octavio who had been at the front also got out with the driver. They were at the headquarters of the most notorious drug lord in the city, his own father.

The place said a lot about the man. Rodney knew that anyone who crossed his father would most likely never be seen again. Octavio had told him stories of ruthless violence and ruthless retribution, of bodies left in the streets and families torn apart. Rodney knew he was treading on dangerous ground but he had accepted to join the business so that he could take out Alberto from the inside. He could not get any information if he returned to New York and Alberto would continue to harm people and destroy their lives.

But despite his fear, R