The air was thin today, the sun setting. Blake leaned against a jagged rock atop his mountain view of LA, the cool breeze blowing through his hair, Blake allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. The chaos of the past week running through his mind. The war that had consumed the Ligambi family would soon begin to fade into the background, the bodies finally tallied, the blood washed away from the street corners of Los Angeles. Blake was now a Boss a title that still felt foreign, heavy, yet somehow empowering. Blake's ability to navigate the shadows had once again helped him accomplish his goals.

Blake reached for his Karambit knife - A tool that has been with him since the beginning, it was a gift from Amira long ago—her touch still lingered on the handle. Blake's mind raced with memories of the blood, of betrayal, the events of recent, he was a made man now. Despite everything, Blake wished he could understand that side of him still yearning for more power.

“I’m not afraid of what this life demands of me."

Blake stood alone in the stillness, a moment of calm before the chaos resumes. The mountain air filled his lungs, tonight, Blake would reflect on the memories that got him here. As night enveloped the mountain, Blake stretched out his hand, as if making a pact with god - A pact to the Ligambi Family, A promise of partnership forged in blood and loyalty.  

Just then a women's voice called out "Blake!” her voice echoing through the evening air. “Its time to go.”