The night air was thick with tension. The city had shifted, Carrick could feel it in the way the streets moved, the way power pulsed beneath the surface like an unseen current. The war between him and the Gale Family was no longer a secret battle fought in the shadows.It was real.And it was only beginning.In the dimly lit operations room, Carrick stood before a large digital screen displaying a web of connections, names, numbers, offshore accounts. The lifeblood of Zachary Gale’s empire. Every second that ticked by, his father’s financial kingdom bled a little more.Russell sat at a desk nearby, fingers flying across the keyboard as he worked to reroute more of the Gale fortune into ghost accounts. He hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, but the thrill of tearing down the man who had controlled him for years kept him going.Alex paced the room, arms crossed. “We’ve got another batch of accounts frozen. That’s twenty percent of their liquid assets locked down.”Victor leaned agai

The streets of Valmont City were always alive at night, but tonight, the underworld was silent. Word had spread. The Gale Family had made their move.. and failed.Carrick stood on the rooftop of an abandoned high-rise, looking down at the cityscape. His eyes were sharp, calculating.Victor joined him, arms crossed. “We sent our message. Now Zachary knows we’re not going down easy.”Carrick didn’t respond immediately. The city lights reflected in his dark eyes. “It’s not enough.”Victor glanced at him. “We wiped out his men. He’s probably furious right now.”Carrick’s smirk was cold. “Good. I want him angry. I want him to lose control.”Victor exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”Carrick turned to face him. “You think I don’t know that?”Victor hesitated. He’d seen men like Carrick before.. obsessed, relentless. But there was something different about him. Carrick wasn’t just out for revenge. He was building something.And Victor had already decided—he was all

The stench of blood and gunpowder clung to the ruined church like a second skin. The rain had begun to seep through the cracks in the ceiling, droplets mixing with the crimson staining the floor.Carrick stood over Domino’s slumped body, chest heaving, adrenaline still roaring through his veins. The knife in his hand dripped with his brother’s blood, a stark reminder that there was no turning back.Zachary Gale didn’t move. He stood in the shadows, his unreadable gaze locked onto his youngest son. The soft, amused smirk on his lips sent a chill down Carrick’s spine.“You’ve grown,” Zachary mused, his voice smooth, almost fatherly. “I suppose I should be proud.”Carrick wiped the blade against his sleeve, eyes narrowing. “Proud?” His voice was laced with contempt. “You should be afraid.”Zachary let out a quiet chuckle. “Afraid? Of you?” He gestured toward Domino’s bleeding body. “I let your brother sharpen his blade against you for years, and this is what you’ve become.. a killer. A s

Carrick walked through the grand halls of the Gale Estate, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor. Everything here was as he remembered, immaculate, cold, and exuding power. The air smelled of expensive cigars and old money, but beneath it all, he could still sense the rot.Victor walked beside him, scanning the surroundings with the sharp instincts of a seasoned strategist. Behind them, two guards trailed closely, their presence a silent reminder that they weren’t welcome guests.At the end of the corridor, a pair of towering mahogany doors loomed. One of the guards stepped forward and knocked twice before pushing them open.Inside, Zachary Gale sat in his high-backed leather chair, a glass of scotch in his hand. The room was lined with bookshelves, their contents untouched for years, more for show than for knowledge. A single chandelier cast a warm glow over the room, highlighting the man who had once called himself Carrick’s father.Zachary looked up, a slow smile forming o

The tension in the warehouse was thick, an invisible weight pressing down on everyone. Carrick sat at the head of a large wooden table, his fingers drumming a steady rhythm as he processed Anthony’s words.Domino was returning.Victor leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Alright, let’s break this down. If Domino’s coming back, it means Zachary’s shifting gears. What’s the play?”Carrick’s expression remained unreadable. “Domino isn’t just some enforcer. He’s the ideal heir, ruthless, efficient, and completely loyal to Zachary. If he’s coming back, it’s because my father wants to speed up whatever ‘Phase Two’ is.”Jason, standing by the wall with his arms crossed, frowned. “What exactly do we know about Domino’s operations?”Anthony shifted in his seat, still a little sore from his captivity. “Last I heard, he was handling a lot of Zachary’s off-the-books dealings overseas. If he’s coming back, it means Zachary thinks he needs his best weapon on home turf.”Victor smirked. “A famil