CHAPTER 70

The airfield was a flurry of activity—sirens blaring, floodlights casting long shadows across the tarmac, and the distant roar of incoming vehicles. Fiona, Bella, and Darwin stood over William, his face contorted in pain, his breathing shallow but defiant. The weight of everything crashed down on Fiona in that moment. It was over. After all the betrayals, the chases, the fights, they had finally cornered him.

But there was still one loose end.

Bella, keeping her gun trained on William, sneered. “I should put a bullet in your head right now. Save everyone the trouble.”

Fiona tightened her grip on her weapon. “No. He’s going to pay for everything, but not like this.”

William chuckled, though the sound was strained. “You think I’m done? This isn’t over.”

Darwin’s face hardened. “Yes, it is.”

Blue and red lights painted the airfield as the police vehicles skidded to a stop. Armed officers poured out, moving quickly to secure the area. Marcus’s voice crackled over the comms.

“Good news. The authorities have the evidence we sent over—financial records, witness statements, everything linking William to the sabotage and the Echelon’s operations. They’re coming in hot.”

Fiona exhaled, steadying herself. “About time.”

A group of officers approached, weapons drawn. One of them, a sharp-eyed detective, assessed the scene before his gaze landed on William.

“William Harrow, you’re under arrest.”

The words sent a ripple of finality through Fiona.

Two officers hoisted William to his feet, wrenching his arms behind his back. He winced but didn’t struggle. Even now, there was something calculating in his expression, as if he still believed he could talk his way out of it.

The detective turned to Fiona. “We’ll need statements from all of you.”

Fiona nodded, but her eyes stayed on William. “You have everything you need to make sure he never walks free?”

The detective’s jaw tightened. “We do. But people like him always have contingency plans.”

William smirked. “Smart detective.”

Bella scoffed. “You’re not as smart as you think, Harrow. No one’s coming to save you this time.”

A flicker of something unreadable passed over William’s face. Then he was hauled toward a waiting police transport.

Fiona forced herself to unclench her fists. It was done.

But why did it still feel like something was unfinished?

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Aftermath

An hour later, Fiona sat on the hood of their battered sedan, exhaustion settling into her bones. The night had stretched on, but adrenaline still hummed beneath her skin.

Darwin leaned against the car beside her, pressing an ice pack to his shoulder. He looked worse than before—pale, strained—but he was alive.

Bella paced a few feet away, talking with Marcus over the comms. “Yeah, I get it. Double-check everything. If there’s even a whisper of someone trying to get William out, I want to know first.”

She ended the call and turned to Fiona. “Marcus says some of William’s contacts are already scrambling. Looks like the Echelon is trying to salvage what’s left.”

Fiona exhaled sharply. “They won’t get far.”

Darwin watched her carefully. “You still think this isn’t over?”

She glanced at him. “People like William always have backups. He might be in custody, but if we don’t finish cutting the Echelon off at the root, someone else will step in.”

Bella nodded. “Then we don’t stop here.”

Fiona had spent years being hunted, manipulated, and betrayed. But now? Now she was the one in control.

She straightened. “We take the fight to them.”

Darwin arched a brow. “No rest?”

Fiona smirked, but there was steel in her voice. “Not until it’s done.”

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The Last Play

The drive back to the city was eerily quiet, the weight of their victory pressing down on them. The sun had begun its slow rise, bathing the streets in an amber glow.

Fiona kept her eyes on the road, her thoughts racing. William was out of the picture, but the Echelon had thrived for years—too many connections, too much influence. If they thought this was the end, they were naive.

“Marcus is already tracking movements,” Bella said from the passenger seat, her fingers tapping against her knee. “William’s allies are panicking. Some are already disappearing.”

Darwin, sitting in the back, groaned as he adjusted his position. “Good. We need to cut off their escape.”

Fiona nodded. “We dismantle what’s left. Every asset, every contact—burn it to the ground.”

She pulled up in front of Marcus’s safehouse, the tension in the air thick. Inside, a wall of monitors flickered with live feeds—police precincts, financial transactions, offshore accounts. Marcus turned, a grim look on his face.

“They’re moving faster than I expected,” he said. “Some of the lower-tier members are already flipping, but the core? They’re regrouping.”

Fiona leaned forward. “Then we hit them before they can strike back.”

Marcus sighed. “You sure you’re up for this? You already got your revenge.”

Fiona met his gaze, her voice steady. “This isn’t about revenge anymore.”

Bella smirked. “It’s about finishing what we started.”

Darwin, despite the pain in his expression, nodded. “Then let’s end it.”

They weren’t just cleaning up William’s mess.

They were making sure no one like him could ever rise again.

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A New Beginning

As dawn broke over the city, the weight of what they had accomplished finally settled in. William was gone. The people who had torn their lives apart were falling, one by one.

And now, it was their turn to rebuild.

Fiona looked at Darwin and Bella—her unlikely allies, forged in war.

“We end this. Together.”

Darwin gave a tired chuckle. “Guess we’re not done being partners yet.”

Bella cracked her knuckles. “Damn right we aren’t.”

Fiona nodded, determination burning in her chest.

Because this wasn’t just about revenge anymore.

This was about justice.

And they were just getting started.