Chapter 103: A Deadly Warning

I could still hear the muffled echo of the gunshot as Oliver tugged me out of the bar, the scent of blood clinging to the cold night air. My pulse thundered in my ears, and my hands shook—whether from fear or fury, I didn’t know. The assassination wasn’t just a silencing—it was a message. A warning.

But if their goal was to scare me off, they had failed.

As we hurried into the dark alley behind the bar, I clenched my fists. The man with the answers was dead, and with him went the key to understanding the depth of the conspiracy. But the game wasn’t over—not yet. If they thought killing him would make me back down, they had no idea who they were dealing with.

I didn’t know where the fire burning in my chest came from—whether it was the remnants of fear or the need for revenge—but it roared with a newfound ferocity. They had taken everything from me: my company, my trust, and almost my life. Now, they were going to regret leaving me breathing.

Oliver’s grip tightened on my arm as