CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN THE CONSPIRACY

The dimly lit room was cloaked in an air of secrecy, the only illumination coming from the flickering candles scattered across the mahogany table. Around it, a group of shadowy figures sat in silence, their faces obscured by the shadows, their identities shrouded in mystery. At the head of the table sat a man whose mere presence commanded respect and fear in equal measure. His features were sharp and angular, his eyes cold and calculating as they scanned the room with an air of authority. This was Luke's brother, the eldest scion of the Green family, a man whose name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened criminals. As the room fell silent, Luke's brother spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Gentlemen," he began, his words carrying a weight of authority that brooked no dissent. "We have gathered here tonight to discuss matters of utmost importance." Around the table, the assembled criminals nodded in silent agreement, their eyes fixed on Luke's brother with a m