The news of Allen Sherlock's death swept through the city like a dark cloud. Flags flew at half-mast, and headlines screamed the loss of a man who was more than just a business tycoon — he was a pillar. A silent enforcer of peace between the city's elite families, a man whose mere presence kept conflict at bay.
Gerald, even behind the walls of his prison cell, felt the weight of the loss.
"So, the armor's broken," he muttered to himself, staring blankly at the concrete wall. "This city will burn now... and my daughters will be left to dance through the flames." He exhaled slowly, pressing his lips together in regret. "If I were out there, I'd take everything he left behind. But Victor... Victor isn't soft like people think. He's smarter than his father ever was. He'll be a harder beast to crush."
