The second day had been a grand success for the Billion Bloodline group, which was good news for Max.
Lately, it felt like the group had been dragged from trouble straight into more trouble without ever being given a chance to breathe. None of them had planned for things to spiral the way they did with the Black Hounds. It wasn't something they had actively sought out, nor was it part of any grand strategy. One situation had simply rolled into another, connections overlapping until suddenly they were caught in something much bigger than they originally intended.
Because of that, receiving a large payment and dealing with the Gilt Rats without any real resistance felt almost surreal. For once, something had gone smoothly. Too smoothly, perhaps.
"But they're going to find out," Aron said, his voice calm but heavy with concern, while Max leaned back in his chair with a smug look plastered across his face.
