Ryan moved through the underworld like smoke; silent, dangerous, everywhere at once.
He didn't make noise, he was quietly chasing the glory. But everything he did had one goal in mind: getting to the top, for power, for chaos, for control and to finally earn Milan's respect.
Respect, that was all he'd ever wanted. From the moment he entered Milan's crew, young and eager, Ryan played it smart. Took the ugliest jobs. Took the blame when it was useful. Took credit only when it served Milan's bigger picture.
But lately, things had changed.
The crew was split. Everyone saw it, from Xavier being half dead or half alive to everyone wondering if Milan will do something about it.
Half the men leaned toward Leonard, slick and brutal, smart in the way snakes are smart. The other half leaned toward Ryan. They liked his order, his method, the quiet way he made problems disappear and alliances reappear.
