C11 Dontrell's POV—Bloodlines.

The smoke from My Father's Bon-Cadeau pipe filled the bathroom, casting shadows over his sharp features, amplifying the menacing air around him. His immaculate dark suit hugged his powerful frame. A man radiating authority, the kind that commanded both respect and fear.

I tensed, my pistol still in my hand, the safety clicked off from when I’d thought I’d need it moments earlier