The storm that Mackin had feared for so long was finally on the horizon. Carmine Santoro, the unseen power behind Marcus Wren, was stepping into the light, ready to challenge Mackin’s empire. The fight for control of the city was about to enter its most dangerous phase yet.But Mackin wasn’t afraid.He had fought wars before. He had survived betrayals, assassinations, and power struggles that would have destroyed lesser men. And now, as he prepared to face his most dangerous enemy yet, he knew one thing for certain.No matter the cost, he would survive this too.The battle for the city wasn’t over.It was just beginning.The city was still in the early hours of dawn when Mackin Jones stood on the edge of his balcony, the skyline lit in soft hues of blue and orange. The world beneath him was stirring, coming to life as if nothing had changed. But for Mackin, the landscape was different now. His empire, built on power and ruthlessness, faced its greatest threat yet. Carmine Santoro. The

With the first strike against Santoro’s inner circle, Mackin begins to unravel the intricate web of power that has protected Carmine for so long. But as Mackin digs deeper into Santoro’s world, he realises that this war will push him to his limits, forcing him to make alliances he never thought possible and betray those closest to him. The fight for control of the city is about to reach a breaking point, and Mackin knows that only one man will come out on top.The question is: How far is Mackin willing to go to win?The moment Mackin Jones stepped out of the club, the night air hit him like a wall of cold steel. The sound of distant waves crashing against the docks punctuated the silence as he walked towards the black SUV waiting for him. The message had been sent. Inside that building, the most trusted members of Carmine Santoro’s network had just learnt what it meant to cross Mackin. But as satisfying as it was to watch the fear spread across their faces, Mackin knew it was just the

Mackin’s empire is crumbling. His men are turning on him, and Santoro’s plan to dismantle him from the inside is reaching its final stages. As Mackin faces betrayal on all sides, he must decide how far he’s willing to go to survive—and who he’s willing to sacrifice to keep his throne. The war for control of the city reaches its breaking point, and Mackin’s fate hangs in the balance.One way or another, the king is about to fall.Mackin Jones paced the length of his office, the tension in the room suffocating. The darkness outside pressed against the windows, but inside, it was the silent unravelling of his empire that occupied his thoughts. Hours earlier, his men had carried out a flawless operation—three of Carmine Santoro’s financial hubs, critical to his criminal empire, had been destroyed. On paper, it was a victory. But something didn’t sit right. There was no pushback from Santoro’s forces, no retaliation.Lambo sat across from Mackin rifling through the latest reports. “Santoro

The final confrontation between Mackin and Santoro is fast approaching. With both sides preparing for an all-out war, Mackin must face the reality that his empire is crumbling from within.Betrayal is everywhere, and the lines between friend and foe are beginning to blur. As Mackin makes his final move, he knows that the cost of victory may be too high to bear.The city will never be the same.The day of reckoning had arrived. Mackin Jones stood in the heart of his mansion, surrounded by his most trusted men, but the tension in the air was thick with the unspoken truth: his empire was teetering on the edge of collapse. Outside, the city buzzed with life, unaware that beneath the surface, the final battle for control was about to explode.Mackin’s eyes were cold and focused as he reviewed the final details of their plan. Vito’s intelligence had been solid so far—he had handed over the locations of Santoro’s last remaining strongholds. Tonight, they would strike all at once, crippling S

The city hadn’t slept since the night Mackin Jones fell. Word spread faster than wildfire through the streets, from the glittering high-rises of the business district to the dark alleys where whispers of betrayal and bloodshed ran rampant. The king was dead, and in his place stood Carmine Santoro, a man who had played his cards so well that his victory seemed inevitable.In the early hours of the morning, Santoro stood at the window of his penthouse, gazing out over the city that was now, unquestionably, his. He had orchestrated Mackin’s downfall with surgical precision, dismantling his empire piece by piece until all that was left was the broken man lying in a pool of his blood. Santoro had always known that to truly take over, he would need to destroy Mackin from within—shattering the loyalty of his men, turning the city against him, and then finally, delivering the killing blow.Now, with Mackin gone, Santoro’s reign could truly begin.Vito stood behind him, his face pale but relie