Chapter 60
The van rumbled along the road leading to the West Side Gang's hideout, its suspension groaning under the weight of tension that filled the air.
The city outside was cloaked in darkness, its flickering streetlights barely piercing the thick, suffocating gloom.
The occasional neon sign buzzed, casting eerie glows onto cracked pavement, where stray dogs and shadowy figures lurked in the periphery.
The scent of damp concrete and distant cigarette smoke seeped into the vehicle, mixing with the faint tang of adrenaline that clung to its passengers.
Tony, gripping the wheel with steady hands, kept his gaze fixed ahead, his knuckles whitening as he maneuvered through the labyrinthine streets.
Beside him, Dean sat in the passenger seat, his fingers playing with a coin.
Every now and then, he flicked his gaze toward the rearview mirror, scanning the faces of the three figures in the back.
