The guards watching over the Jaw entrance didn't stop me when I pushed the door open and stepped in. I have expected Malva not to be in sight but he is.
He had cleaned up, and now he was fully dressed up. Malva's attire that late morning exuded understated sophistication, fitting for a Mafia man. Normally, he usually dresses gorgeously even when he has nowhere to go, but this time, it's different. He wore a black sleeveless shirt adorned with a subtle, familiar logo I'd seen before in the fort. The shirt paired perfectly with black athletic pants and joggers, which have thin stripes that showcase his athletic build. Black sneakers with the same subtle logo completed his outfit, their sleek design hinting at Italian craftsmanship.
Around his neck, two silver chain necklaces glinted, each
