Five years ago, Selena betrayed Victor. But it wasn’t for greed, power, or hate.It was for a secret worth dying for, Victor’s second-in-command, found out Selena’s secret. He used the secret and forced Selena to set Victor up.Now, Victor is back—stronger, deadlier, and ready to take back what’s his.But when he uncovers the real truth, the war won’t just be for power—it’ll be for something else entirely.
View MoreA while ago.....The compound was silent, but Thomas felt the weight of a thousand unseen eyes. He moved through the darkened halls, his footsteps light and his breaths steady. Outside, the cool night air carried the distant hum of guards on patrol, their voices low, unaware of the traitor in their midst. His fingers moved over the keyboard in the security room, lines of code flashing on the screen. He disabled key sniper nests, small changes in the system that would create crucial blind spots. Just enough to make a difference—but not enough to raise suspicion. A few seconds here, a flicker in the power grid there. A soft buzz filled his ear. The radio. He pressed it closer. “Sector three clear,” a guard reported. Thomas adjusted his stance, his voice calm. “Copy that. Keep eyes on the perimeter.” His own misdirections had already sent the guards away from where Victor’s men would soon make their move. The breach was coming, and he was paving the way. Then, an explosio
Maria pressed her back against a burning wall, her breaths sharp and uneven. The explosion had knocked her off balance, the shockwave still rattling in her chest. Smoke stung her eyes, and the heat pressed against her skin, but she had no time to recover. Beside her, Gerald gritted his teeth, his face pale. Blood seeped through his sleeve, staining his grip on the gun, but his fingers didn’t waver. “They’re coming,” he coughed, spitting blood onto the dirt. Maria stole a glance around the corner. Shadows moved through the thick smoke, Xavier’s men, waiting for the right moment to strike. Her stomach tightened. “They’re setting up for an ambush,” she muttered. “We need to move.” Gerald gave a short nod, wincing. “You go first. I’ll cover.” She hesitated for half a second. He was hurt, but staying put meant death. Maria inhaled sharply. “On three.” He raised his gun, steady despite his injury. “One.” Maria adjusted her grip, muscles tensing. “Two.” The moment “three” left her
Xavier sat in his surveillance room, the dim glow of the monitors casting long shadows across his face. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and gunpowder, the distant sound of explosions rumbling through the walls. Outside, war raged—gunfire, screaming, bodies hitting the ground. But inside, Xavier was calm.He swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the flickering light from the screens. He had expected this ever since he found out ghost was Victor. Victor’s wrath was inevitable. The man was relentless, a force of nature driven by vengeance. But Xavier wasn’t a fool. He had spent years at his side and learned a few things. And now, fate had delivered him an opportunity, one Victor wouldn’t see coming.His fingers tapped idly against the desk as he scanned the monitors. His gaze settled on one feed in particular. A small, dimly lit room.Jordan sat bound to a chair, his face bloodied, a fresh cut on his cheek leaking a thin line of red. His chest ros
The air was thick with smoke and death. It clung to Maria’s skin, filled her lungs and made her eyes burn. Gunfire and screams cut through the night, sharp and endless. The world around them was nothing but flames, bullets, and blood. She and Gerald moved fast, dodging bodies, weaving through the wreckage of war. Their boots crunched over broken glass, twisted metal, and fallen men, foes and friends alike. Every step was a risk. Another explosion rocked the ground, sending up a spray of dirt and debris. Maria ducked instinctively, her heart hammering in her chest. Gerald’s voice cut through the chaos, steady despite the madness. “Snipers on the south ridge. Two on the upper balcony. Machine gun nest near the east tunnel.” Maria nodded, gripping her rifle tighter. “Got it.” She moved forward, low and quick, her breathing sharp but controlled. This was no time for fear. Then—Boom. A deafening explosion ripped through the alleyway. Maria barely had time to react before the force
The night was alive with war. Gunfire cracked through the air, each shot was like a drumbeat in the chaos. The sharp scent of burning metal, gunpowder, and blood filled the wind, thick and suffocating. Smoke curled into the sky, rising from the compound’s walls like a warning of what was coming. Victor stood at the front, his cold eyes locked on Xavier’s fortress. There was no hesitation or fear in his eyes. Only one thing mattered—ending this war. His grip on his rifle tightened. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. His son. Jordan. If he was still alive… Victor was getting him out. And Selena. His jaw clenched at the thought. If she was alive, he’d find her. But she wasn’t his priority. Not now. He forced the thought away, but it lingered, heavy in his chest. His men stood behind him, ready and tense trained killers, all waiting for his command. “Move in,” Victor ordered, his voice calm and controlled. His army surged forward, silent but deadly, their boots crunching agains
The office was a disaster.Shattered glass crunched under Gerald’s boots as he stepped inside. The once-pristine liquor cabinet was in ruins, the scent of spilled whiskey thick in the air. Chairs were overturned, papers scattered across the floor. A broken lamp lay in the corner, its bulb flickering weakly.But the real storm wasn’t in the destruction.It stood by the window, silent and still, staring down at the city below.Victor.His back was rigid, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He had barely spoken since receiving the video of Miguel. The room had taken the brunt of his rage, but Gerald knew that wasn’t enough.Not for Victor.Not when his son was out there.Gerald shut the door behind him, the soft click breaking the heavy silence.“Say something,” he said, keeping his voice steady.Victor didn’t turn. His reflection in the glass was unreadable, the city lights casting sharp angles across his face.“We leave in an hour,” he said finally, his tone as cold as st
Maria hadn’t stopped moving since they received the intel.The warehouse buzzed with tension, a storm of controlled chaos. Men checked weapons, strapped on bulletproof vests, and loaded magazines with sharp, practiced motions. The scent of gun oil and sweat thickened the air. Conversations were low, clipped, the occasional snap of a safety being turned off cutting through the hum of voices.But Maria barely noticed.She moved through it all like a machine, eyes scanning over blueprints, fingers tapping against the rough paper as she traced potential escape routes. Her mind ran through every worst-case scenario, every possible outcome, calculating and recalculating. She had to be ready for anything.Because if she stopped—if she let herself think for even a second—she might break.And she couldn’t afford that.Across the room, she felt the weight of Gerald’s stare. He had been watching her for the last hour, waiting. Studying. She could feel the concern radiating off him, but she ignor
The room was silent.Not the kind of silence that came with peace. No, this was the kind of silence that made men hold their breath, that made them hesitate before stepping closer.The kind of silence that came before bloodshed.Victor sat at his desk, phone still clutched in his hand, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. The video had ended, but the image of Miguel—his son—bound to that chair, his tear-streaked face, his trembling voice asking for his mother—was burned into Victor’s mind.His jaw clenched so hard it felt like his teeth might crack.Then, without warning—CRASH.The whiskey bottle that had been sitting untouched on his desk exploded against the far wall, shards of glass scattering across the floor, amber liquid dripping down like blood.Maria flinched from where she stood near the door, but she didn’t move. She had seen Victor angry before. Furious, even.But this?This was something else.Gerald was the only one who dared to step forward. "Victor—""Get eve
Miguel was so close.The pier was just ahead, the scent of saltwater thick in the air. His small fingers clutched the navigation device, the red dot blinking steadily, urging him forward. Mr. Growls was tucked tightly under his arm, the only comfort in this strange and terrifying night.He could see the boats now—rocking gently in the dark water, their lights flickering like tiny stars. His heart pounded with hope. Maybe Roberto’s sister was already there. Maybe she would take him somewhere safe, somewhere far away from the bad men.But his legs hurt. Every step felt heavier. His stomach twisted with hunger, and his throat was dry. He had been brave for so long, but exhaustion was creeping in. He just had to make it a little farther.Then, everything went wrong.A pair of headlights flared to life behind him, flooding the narrow street with light. The deep roar of an engine cut through the night air. Miguel turned, squinting against the brightness, and his heart stopped.A black SUV.
Victor Reis stood at the top of his empire, whiskey in hand, the neon cityscape stretching below his penthouse suite. The night was his—just like the streets, just like the power he had carved out with blood and fire. And just like Selena. The crystal glass cup felt cool against his palm as he surveyed his kingdom. Forty stories up, the city lights sparkled like jewels—jewels he had claimed one by one over the past decade. Behind the glass, he could see his reflection—the tailored suit, the hard-earned scars, the eyes that had seen too much. She moved behind him, her touch a slow caress over his shoulders. He could feel the heat of her body, the way she fit against him like she belonged there. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and something else- something new filled his senses, a new perfume perhaps? "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" Her voice was smooth, laced with something he couldn't place. He smirked, turning to face her as he grabbed her butt, squeezing slight...
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