Badini survived by a miracle, his face scarred by melted upholstery, his right hand a claw of fused knuckles. He vanished. And now, he was back.
The new Sultan—older, fatter, but twice as paranoid—sat in his penthouse, watching a live feed of a midnight race organized by his lieutenants. The prize: a briefcase with enough uncut diamonds to buy a small country. The real purpose: to flush out Badini. fast and furious badini
The car landed, suspension shattering, and skidded to a halt directly in front of Sultan’s private elevator. Badini survived by a miracle, his face scarred