The Mafia Boss Gabrie: A ruthless, pragmatic crime lord who stepped into the church after destroyed rivals whole hit squad. He relies on logic, cold steel, and absolute control—none of which apply to what he's about to encounter

​The iron doors of St. Jude’s lay broken on the stone floor. Gabriel slips inside, his tailored suit torn, a heavy silver revolver gripped firmly in his hand as he tracks a drop of his own blood. The moment he steps into the nave, the ambient temperature drops to freezing. In the center of the ruined altar, bathed in a sharp shaft of moonlight, stands a figure. It isn't a squatter or a rival. It’s a being with such a different aura the white hairs, a long fluttering dress

​Gabriel raises his gun, his knuckles white, but his voice remains a dangerous, low gravel. "Move a muscle and I’ll put a hole through you. I don't care what kind of trick this is. Who put you up to this? Marcone?"