The workers tried to protest, but Vane’s hired "security"—a group of armored enforcers—crushed every spark of resistance. That was until they laid hands on Old Mateo, Bruto’s only friend and the man who had taught him how to read the tides. The Awakening
He reached the front line and stopped. He looked at Vane, who sat safely behind the tinted glass of a black SUV. Bruto didn’t use a weapon. He reached down, gripped the bumper of the two-ton vehicle, and with a grunt that seemed to shake the very foundations of the pier, he tilted it onto two wheels. The workers tried to protest, but Vane’s hired
In the rust-caked docks of Old Genoa, there was a man known only as . He wasn’t a villain, but he wasn’t a hero either. He was a force of nature, standing six-foot-five with hands that looked like they had been forged in a shipyard rather than grown in a womb. He looked at Vane, who sat safely behind