The Mackin estate had always been a fortress, a symbol of power that loomed over the city like an indomitable colossus.But now, with Mackin Jones back in control, the estate felt different. The weight of betrayal and family politics had always lingered in the air, but Mackin was determined to change that.He was no longer the broken man his family had cast out. He had rebuilt himself, and now, he was going to rebuild the family—but on his terms.Mackin stood at the edge of the estate’s sprawling lawn, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The morning sun bathed the grounds in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows that seemed to dance across the perfectly manicured gardens.It was a new day, not just for the estate, but for the Mackin legacy. A legacy that Mackin intended to redefine.Behind him, the heavy oak doors of the mansion creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed on the stone patio. Mackin didn’t turn around. He didn’t need to. He knew the footsteps well.Lambo, his trust

The grand hall of the Mackin estate was eerily quiet as the family gathered once again, this time for a formal vote—one that could determine the future of the Mackin empire. Word had spread quickly about Victor’s challenge to Mackin’s leadership, and the old guard had rallied their supporters in an attempt to wrest control back from Mackin. A vote of no confidence had been called, a power play that could see Mackin ousted from his position at the head of the family.Mackin stood at the head of the long table, his expression calm but his mind working furiously. He could feel the tension in the room, the undercurrent of uncertainty that rippled through the family. Victor was seated at the opposite end of the table, his eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. He had been working behind the scenes, gathering support from those who still clung to the old ways of doing things.The older members of the family—the ones who had been loyal to Bruno and Drake—sat stiffly, their faces lined with d

The rain came down in sheets, drumming against the windows of Mackin’s penthouse like an incessant reminder of the storm brewing outside.The skyline of the city, usually bright and imposing, was shrouded in mist and darkness. It was a fitting backdrop for the conversation that was about to take place.Mackin stood by the large windows, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared out at the city below. His reflection in the glass was stern, focused—a man deep in thought, weighed down by the burden of leadership. The war with Victor was escalating, and Mackin knew that the time for subtle moves and quiet power plays was over. If Victor wanted to play dirty, then Mackin would meet him head-on.Behind him, Lambo was pacing, his boots clicking against the polished marble floor. He had been working tirelessly to gather intel on Victor’s plans, and now they had a lead."Victor’s been meeting with someone from law enforcement," Lambo said, his voice low and filled with tension. "A detecti

The late evening sun was sinking over the city as Mackin Jones stood at the edge of the rooftop balcony, his gaze fixed on the glittering skyline. From this vantage point, he could see almost everything. His empire, growing in the shadows, now commanded a significant portion of the business landscape, and his control over the family had solidified. Yet there was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that all of it could be shattered with the wrong move.Lambo approached from behind, his footsteps light, though there was no need for stealth here. This was Mackin’s fortress. He was safe—for now. Lambo leaned against the stone railing, his sharp eyes scanning the streets below.“We’ve got another problem,” Lambo said, his voice low but serious.Mackin didn’t look at him, still watching the horizon as the sun dipped further below the skyline. “Another?” he asked, his tone betraying a hint of exhaustion. “It’s becoming a daily occurrence.”“Bruno’s men,” Lambo continued his voice tig

The weight of the confrontation with Bruno settled over Mackin like a lead blanket. He had finally taken his cousin down, but Bruno’s last words clung to him, echoing in his mind as the car sped back to the mansion.Lambo sat in the passenger seat, his face set in grim satisfaction. “We got him. It’s over.”Mackin didn’t respond, his gaze fixed on the city lights flashing past the window. “It’s not over,” he said quietly. “Bruno’s hiding something. Something big.”Lambo frowned. “What do you mean?”Mackin shifted in his seat, his mind racing. “Before we took him in, he said something—something about what’s coming. He was smiling. It wasn’t just the ramblings of a desperate man. He knew something.”Lambo let out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair. “You really think there’s more to this?”Mackin’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think. I know. Bruno had one last play. We need to find out what it is.”Lambo nodded reluctantly, though the tension in his posture remained. “What’s the plan