Ezekiel’s boots crunched on the gravel as he stepped into the shadowy warehouse, his eyes scanning the dimly lit expanse. The stench of oil and mildew mixed with the metallic tang of blood in the air. His hands were balled into fists, his knuckles aching from the anticipation. He knew Jonathan was here—he had followed the trail of bodies and shattered deals to this exact moment.“Jonathan!” Ezekiel’s voice echoed through the cavernous space. “Enough of your goddamn games! Show yourself!”From the shadows, slow applause broke the silence, followed by a low, mocking laugh. Jonathan emerged from the darkness, his suit immaculate despite the chaos he thrived in. His face bore the same smug smirk Ezekiel had come to loathe.“Ezekiel,” Jonathan drawled. “Always so dramatic. But tell me, did you come here to talk… or bleed?”Ezekiel’s lip curled into a snarl. “You’ve been bleeding this city dry for years. Tonight, it stops. One way or another.”Jonathan raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening.

The tension in the Brotherhood’s war room had reached a fever pitch. The walls were plastered with maps and surveillance photos, their edges curling under the relentless heat of frustration. Lorelei’s sharp eyes scanned the encrypted communications streaming across her laptop, her fingers trembling over the keyboard. Ezekiel stood nearby, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, while Leigh leaned against the table, her face pale but furious.“This isn’t just some trafficking ring,” Leigh spat. “Jonathan’s staging a damn auction. A goddamn spectacle where he’ll sell lives to the highest bidder. And we’re sitting here without a goddamn location!”Ezekiel slammed his fist onto the table, his voice a low growl. “He’s taunting us. Every move he makes is a slap in the face. We’re wasting time.”Hunter stepped forward, his calm voice slicing through the chaos. “Enough. We’ve got chatter about a signal spike in the outskirts. It’s thin, but it’s something. We go in heavy and end this.”Lorel

Alejandro sat at his desk, his fingers tapping the edge of the table as he stared at the stack of papers in front of him. The information he had been compiling didn’t sit right in his gut. He’d been tracking the movements of their operations, piecing together small bits of intel from a dozen different sources, and it wasn’t adding up. Something, or rather someone, had slipped through the cracks—someone who shouldn’t have been there.His mind raced as he sifted through the latest reports, one name repeating itself in his head: Alfred. Hunter’s trusted person. A man Alejandro had long respected for his loyalty to their cause. But Alejandro couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Alfred had been involved in too many sensitive operations lately, and each time, the outcomes were more than just coincidental.He leaned forward, his fingers gripping the edges of the papers as the weight of his suspicion settled in. If Alfred had been compromised, it could mean disaster for the Brot

Hunter sat at the polished oak table, staring at the stack of documents in front of him. The faint sound of the city echoed in the background, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He had to move quickly. Jonathan was making his moves, and Hunter’s organization was fragmented after Alfred’s betrayal. He needed something that would put him back in the game—something big. And that something had to come from Lorelei.Lorelei was someone Hunter had always respected, even from the moment they first crossed paths. She was sharp, resourceful, and had a way of getting things done without raising suspicion. She’d proven her worth more than once, and now, more than ever, Hunter needed her help.He rubbed his temples, fighting the tension that had settled in his muscles. What do I do? How do I get the leverage I need?A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He didn’t have to look up to know it was her.“Come in,” Hunter called, his voice low and strained.The door opened, and Lorelei steppe

The air was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder, the walls of the warehouse trembling under the roar of ongoing gunfire. Hunter’s eyes burned with determination as he pushed through the chaos. Bodies littered the ground, some still alive, others silent in their final moments. The sounds of clashing metal, shouts, and gunfire seemed distant as his focus honed in on the figure darting through the shadows: Jonathan.Hunter’s blood boiled. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment he would end this once and for all. His hand gripped the gun tighter, his pulse quickening as he fought through the crowd of Brotherhood members engaged in the firefight.“Hunter!” Lorelei shouted, her voice barely cutting through the chaos. She was a few steps behind him, her own weapon ready, but Hunter didn’t stop. His eyes never left Jonathan’s retreating figure.“Get to the exits!” Hunter barked without turning around. “Cut off his escape.”Hunter’s boots pounded against the concrete floo