The trio huddled once more, strategizing their next move. Nadia’s intel had revealed a critical weak point: Camelia’s next business transaction would take place at an upscale nightclub known for under-the-table deals. If Marcus could intercept the meeting, he’d gain access to sensitive documents that could link Camelia directly to Magnus’s illegal operations.“This isn’t just about ruining her,” Marcus said, his eyes sharp. “This is about making sure she can’t come back from this.”Mara nodded. “Once we get those documents, the authorities will have no choice but to act. She’ll be finished.”Marco shifted uneasily. “What if things go south? Camelia doesn’t strike me as the forgiving type.”Marcus’s expression hardened. “Then we hit harder.”The nightclub buzzed with activity when they arrived—pulsing music, strobe lights, and an air of secrecy cloaking every conversation. Marcus and Mara moved through the crowd smoothly, with Marco trailing nervously behind them. Their target was upst

Marcus, Mara, and Marco's victory over Magnus and Camelia came at a steep price. Though their enemies were arrested, the battle left lingering ripples that hinted at more trouble brewing beneath the surface. The dust had barely settled when Mara’s phone buzzed, alerting them to new complications.“It’s not over,” she muttered, glancing at her screen. “Magnus might be in cuffs, but half his network is still moving.”Marcus, perched on the edge of the room’s shattered couch, clenched his fists. “Then we finish the job.”The next morning, a wave of bad news hit them like a storm. Some of Magnus’s loyalists weren’t folding—they were rallying to his defense. The evidence Marcus had leaked to the media was being contested by well-funded lawyers, and rumors of retaliation were circulating in the underground networks.To make things worse, they received troubling intelligence that Camelia had activated her last-ditch alliances before she was arrested. Through a series of encrypted messages, s

With the Black Card in their possession and enemies closing in, Marcus, Mara, and Marco were trapped in a tense standoff with Theresa and her mercenaries. The air crackled with the weight of unspoken threats, and every second felt like a countdown to chaos.Theresa eyed the Black Card, a greedy glint in her eyes. “Hand it over, and I might let you walk out of here with your lives. Otherwise, we can all make this very messy.”“Messy is exactly what we’re hoping to avoid,” Marcus replied, his voice steady but low, barely concealing his anger. “You think you can intimidate us with your hired thugs?”Theresa smirked, unfazed. “Oh, I don’t need to intimidate you. You’re outnumbered, and I have no problem leaving a few bodies behind. How does that sound?”Mara stepped forward, her demeanor cool but her heart racing. “You think we’re scared of you? You’re just a pawn, Theresa. You’re not running this show. You’re a means to an end for Camelia, and everyone knows it.”Theresa’s smile faltered

“Fall back to the main entrance!” Marcus shouted, trying to lead his friends through the crowd. “We need to regroup!”As they pushed through the panicked guests, Marcus caught sight of Mara, who was locked in a struggle with one of Magnus’s thugs. Her expression was fierce, determination shining through the fear, but Marcus felt a surge of protectiveness.“Mara!” he yelled, rushing back to her side.“Marcus, I can handle it!” she shouted, ducking under a punch and landing a sharp elbow to her attacker’s stomach. But just as she moved to throw another punch, another thug came from behind her, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her away.“No!” Marcus roared, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he charged toward her, ready to fight.As Marcus fought through the crowd, he could see Marco and Sienna trying to fend off two of Magnus’s men. Sienna was using every bit of training she had, landing precise strikes, while Marco struggled but held his ground.“Get to the exit!” Sienna yell

A group of masked figures clashed with Magnus’s guards in a whirlwind of fists and shouts. The air crackled with tension as the sounds of combat intensified. Marcus and Mara stepped outside just in time to see one of the attackers land a solid punch on one of Magnus's guards, sending him sprawling to the ground.“Who the hell are they?” Mara yelled, instinctively moving closer to Marcus.“I don’t know, but they’re not here for tea,” Marcus replied, his heart racing. The chaos unfolded rapidly, with masked figures expertly dodging the guards’ attempts to restrain them. It was a coordinated assault, and from the looks of it, they were here to send a message.As one of the attackers tackled another guard, Magnus appeared behind Marcus and Mara, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. “This wasn’t part of the plan!” he barked, looking back at the fray with an intensity that was unsettling.“This is your mess, Magnus!” Marcus shot back, adrenaline coursing through his veins. “We’re ge