The following morning, the sun’s rays filtered through the blinds in Mackin Jones’ office, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany desk. The air was thick with the impending fallout, a storm brewing beneath the calm exterior of the city skyline. Lambo was already seated, watching the news report flash across the large flat screen mounted on the wall."Breaking news," the anchor announced, her face serious, "Major developments in the Mackin family scandal. Bruno Mackin, once the most prominent figure in the family, is now implicated in a multimillion-dollar embezzlement scheme. Documents obtained by the media show years of financial misconduct, including syphoning funds from family businesses and contributing to the downfall of his relatives."Jones entered the room quietly, his eyes never leaving the screen. He poured himself a coffee, the corners of his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles as the weight of the morning’s headlines settled into place.Lambo glanced up at

The night had grown colder, the air thick with anticipation. Mackin Jones stood at the edge of his mansion’s vast courtyard, his gaze fixed on the distant glow of headlights approaching through the trees. The roar of engines echoed across the grounds, signalling the arrival of Drake’s men. They were coming, just as Jones had predicted. But this was no surprise attack. Everything was unfolding exactly as planned.Lambo stood beside him, his expression tense but focused. “They’ve brought more men than we expected,” he muttered, lowering the binoculars.Jones remained still, his voice calm. “Let them come. The more they bring, the harder they’ll fall.”Lambo nodded, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. “And if things get messy?”Jones finally looked at him, his gaze unwavering. “They won’t. We control the situation, not them.”Lambo hesitated for a moment, then stepped back, pulling out his radio. “Positions, everyone. Stay alert, but do not engage until I give the signal.”In

The aftermath of the battle was a mix of silence and rebuilding. Mackin Jones’s mansion, though untouched physically, carried the weight of the confrontation that had just transpired. His mind, sharper than ever, turned to the future. The war with Drake was over, but the consequences of it were still unfolding.Inside the mansion, the faint hum of conversation floated through the grand hall. Jones’s men, led by Lambo, were busy overseeing the cleanup. But for Jones, this was more than just clearing away the remnants of Drake’s failed coup. This was the moment when he consolidated everything—his power, his legacy, his control.He sat in his office, the curtains drawn back to let the morning light flood the room. His desk was clear, save for a single file, one that Lambo had placed in front of him an hour earlier. Jones hadn’t touched it yet. He knew what it contained—details on Bruno, Drake, and the final pieces of the puzzle that had haunted him since his parents’ deaths.There was no

The night was heavy with an unsettling stillness as Mackin Jones sat on the balcony of the Mackin mansion. Below him, the city stretched out like a sea of flickering lights, a kingdom he had fought hard to reclaim. But tonight, the weight of that victory felt precarious. Castor Lachlan’s looming presence and Bruno’s cryptic warning gnawed at the edges of his mind.Inside, the party was still in full swing. Family members, allies, and business associates had gathered to celebrate Mackin’s rise as the new head of the Mackin family. The air was filled with the low hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and murmurs of congratulations. Yet Mackin remained apart, standing on the balcony, alone with his thoughts.The door behind him creaked open, and Lambo stepped outside, his face shadowed by concern. He moved silently, joining Mackin at the edge of the balcony, his gaze sweeping over the city below.“We’ve got intel,” Lambo said, his voice quiet but firm. “About Lachlan’s next move.”Mack

As the final confrontation with Marcus Wren approaches, Mackin knows the stakes have never been higher. With Wren’s plan to expose his past now in motion, Mackin must act swiftly to neutralise the threat before everything he’s built comes crashing down. The battle for control of the city—and Mackin’s future—reaches its explosive climax as both men prepare to face off in a war that only one can survive.The game has been played, the pieces have moved, and now the endgame is here.The night was thick with tension as Mackin Jones prepared for the most dangerous confrontation of his life. His mind buzzed with a single, unavoidable truth: Marcus Wren had to be stopped. Not just for Mackin’s sake but for everything he’d fought to build, for every sacrifice made along the way. Wren had dug too deep, threatening to expose the secrets that Mackin had buried under years of blood and power.As he stood in his private study, gazing at the city that lay beneath his control, the weight of what was