The Mafia Boss Saw One Envelope-and Everything Changed

for the food, for the music, and for the thrill of saying they had been seen at a place that mattered.

But everyone in the room understood one unwritten rule.

No one approached the corner table.

That table belonged to Marcus Blackwood.

He sat where the light was dim and the room was visible.

It had been his habit for years.

He liked walls behind him, exits continue reading …