Chapter 1907

That night, Zion, Liam, and Hector sat in the pitch-black room—barely 200 square feet, with a large communal bed occupying the space. The room was windowless. During daytime, it was so dark that they couldn't see their hand in front of their face. But this was the best life they could scrape together in the slums. They turned on a hanging lightbulb and gathered around it. "Jeffrey's coming tomorrow to pick his bodyguards. What do you guys think?" The information had come straight from the mouth of a wealthy woman at the nightclub, and it was as good as gospel. "What's there to think? Jeffrey's practically the boss of Eldoria and neck-and-neck with the Palmer family. "If we can get into the Norman family, we won't be illegal immigrants anymore. Life will be a lot better than it is now," Hector replied. Hector had already set his sights on making a name for himself in the Norman family. They'd saved up a bit over the years. Sure, they weren't starving. But they all knew this