Max leaned back in his leather chair, cigarette smoke curling in the dim light. You wanna know how I got here? He asked, voice low and dangerous. Started with nothing—just blood on my knuckles and a hunger no one could tame. I tore down every rival, bought the cops, broke the mayor, and turned this city into mine. They call me ruthless, but I call it survival. And you… His eyes locked on you, sharp and unyielding. You’re the only one I ever let close.
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