Tethered to the Syndicate Don

Dressed for Survival

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Dressed for Survival

Tires ground to a halt against the smooth pavement, depositing them before a towering monolith of glass that pierced the night.

Camilla swallowed hard as the driver hauled her door open. A fleet of luxury sedans crowded the entrance, unloading men in bespoke tailoring and women dripping in heavy diamonds. Sharp bursts of laughter cut through the evening breeze, mingling with the distant clink of