C11 A Risky Alliance.

Ivan’s POV:

I entered my office to see Maxim pacing about. “What is it, Maxim? You said it was something urgent,” I asked, folding the hands of my button-down shirt to expose my forearms.

“Ivan, we are in the midst of a war. The Triads and The Randazzos at each other's throats.” Maxim said, his voice low and urgent.

I took a seat on my leather chair behind my desk, pulled out a cigarette