With Franco’s death, Santoro solidifies his control over the city, but his reign is far from secure. The power vacuum left by Mackin’s fall continues to breed discontent, and new threats begin to emerge from the shadows.As Santoro struggles to maintain control, whispers of rebellion spread once more. The city may have a new king, but the seeds of revolution have already been planted.The game of power is never truly over.The city seemed quieter in the days following Franco’s death, but that silence wasn’t peace. It was the kind of stillness that came before a storm, the calm that hid the unrest bubbling beneath the surface. Carmine Santoro’s grip on the streets was tightening, but the more he squeezed, the more the cracks in his reign began to widen. He had crushed the last remnants of Mackin’s loyalists, or so he thought, but deep down, he knew the battle was far from over.Santoro sat at the head of a long mahogany table in his penthouse, the lights of the city twinkling far below

With Mateo’s rebellion growing more dangerous by the day, Santoro launches a brutal campaign to eliminate the remnants of Mackin’s loyalists once and for all.But as the battle intensifies, new alliances are formed, and both sides are forced to confront the reality that this war will cost them more than they ever imagined. Santoro’s control over the city is slipping, and the wrath of the king will be felt by all.The final reckoning is coming.The smell of burnt cash and blood still lingered in the air as Carmine Santoro paced the charred remnants of his cash house. The attack had been a gut punch, a reminder that even the most fortified walls could be breached. Mateo’s crew had done more than steal money—they had struck at Santoro’s very core, undermining the image of untouchability he had cultivated for so long. The news of the raid had already begun to ripple through the streets, fueling rumours that maybe—just maybe—Santoro wasn’t as invincible as he seemed.But he couldn’t let th

As Nico’s plot crumbles under the weight of Santoro’s final trap, the city descends into chaos once more. With the rebellion crushed, Santoro tightens his grip on the underworld, but his victory is far from secure. New enemies rise from the ashes, and the cost of maintaining power becomes more dangerous than ever. The war for control of the city is far from over, and the final reckoning is about to begin.The king’s throne is more fragile than ever.Gunfire echoed across the docks, a symphony of violence that marked the death knell of Nico’s rebellion. His crew was pinned down, outnumbered, and surrounded. The once-cautious strikes that had bled Santoro’s empire dry now seemed like distant victories, erased by the brutal reality of the present. Blood slicked the asphalt beneath Nico’s feet, and the bodies of his fallen comrades lay scattered in the shadows, motionless.Pinned behind a stack of crates, Nico wiped the sweat and blood from his brow. His chest heaved with shallow breaths

The body of Giovanni was still warm when it hit the city streets. Vito’s men had dragged it from the penthouse, leaving it as a warning for all to see. The message was clear: no one betrays Santoro and lives to tell about it. But even as the blood dried on the cold pavement, the whispers grew louder. Santoro had struck down one of his own, and the cracks in his empire were widening.In the shadows, Nico’s name was being spoken more frequently. He had become a myth, a symbol of defiance, and the rumor mill spun wild tales of his return. Some claimed he was dead, others believed he was rallying the smaller factions for a final stand against Santoro. And Nico, hidden away in the depths of the city, was carefully fueling those whispers.From his hideout, Nico listened as Luis returned from another scouting mission, the faint hum of the city filtering through the broken windows. Luis’s face was drawn, tired from weeks of living in the margins, but his eyes were sharper than ever. “The city

Nico’s final plan to turn Santoro’s lieutenants against him reaches its critical point. Betrayal and desperation fuel the battle for control of the city. The final confrontation between Santoro and Nico is imminent, and the war for the throne will end in blood.Only one man will walk away from the ruins of this city.The streets of the city simmered with unease. Word of Lorenzo’s brutal execution spread quickly, his bloodied corpse dumped in an alley as a grim warning to anyone who dared to cross Santoro. But instead of quieting the unrest, it only added fuel to the fire.The lieutenants who had once stood beside Santoro were now looking over their shoulders, wondering if they’d be next. Fear had always been Santoro’s weapon, but now it was turning on him, eroding the loyalty he had built brick by brick.Inside his penthouse, Santos felt it. The creeping, insidious doubt. He had always been in control, always one step ahead, but now it felt like the city was slipping through his finge