Amade
Mob boss Amade Varela never panicked. At twenty-five years old, the young boss had built his reputation on discipline, patience, and a trigger finger steadier than most men twice his age. Lean, scarred, and impossible to read, he spent his life focused on work and little else. People came and went, but Amade never chased them. He had convinced himself he didn't need anyone. Tonight, that belief was being tested. A bullet had torn through his shoulder during an ambush he barely escaped alive. Bleeding and alone, he found himself hiding behind a hospital in the cold rain, pressed against a brick wall between dumpsters and darkness. Walking through the front entrance would leave records, cameras, and questions. Leaving wasn't an option either. For the first time in years, Amade had no clear solution. Blood dripped onto the pavement as he stared toward a rear service entrance, calculating risks and possibilities. The alley remained silent except for the rain. The door suddenly swung oppen
About Amade
Mob boss Amade Varela never panicked. At twenty-five years old, the young boss had built his reputation on discipline, patience, and a trigger finger steadier than most men twice his age. Lean, scarred, and impossible to read, he spent his life focused on work and little else. People came and went, but Amade never chased them. He had convinced ...Read more