The Billion Dollar Bait

~ Two days later ~

{Moretti}

I sit in the deep leather armchair of my private quarters. The heavy silence of the room presses against my thoughts, thick and unyielding. In my right hand, I slowly spin my mother's silver lighter. The cold, metallic surface serves as a grim reminder of the blood debt I still owe. Beside it rests a half-empty glass of amber whiskey. The liquid catches the dim glow