The night air was thick with tension. The streets below Zenith Tower buzzed with movement, Carrick’s men were preparing for the inevitable showdown. Every alley, every rooftop, every entry point was being reinforced. Jason loaded his pistol, giving Victor a sideways glance. “So what’s the plan? We taking Morello’s deal, or are we putting a bullet in him first?” Victor rubbed his chin, thoughtful. “Morello is a snake. But sometimes, snakes are useful.” Carrick stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the city with unreadable eyes. Finally, he spoke. “We’ll use him. But we don’t trust him.” Jason grinned. “That’s what I like to hear.” Damian checked his phone, his expression darkening. “Domino’s already making moves. He’s got his men scouring the city, looking for weak spots in our defenses.” Carrick turned from the window, his voice calm but sharp. “Let him look. He won’t find any.” A knock at the door made everyone tense. One of the men entered, his expression grim. “Bo

The city was restless. A storm loomed on the horizon, not of rain, but of blood.Inside Zenith Tower, Carrick stood by the massive glass window, staring at the city below. His mind was a battlefield of strategies and calculations.Zachary Gale would come. That was certain.The only question was when.A knock at the door broke his thoughts.“Come in,” he called.Victor Alistair entered, his expression grim. “We need to talk.”Carrick turned, raising an eyebrow. “Go on.”Victor shut the door behind him, lowering his voice. “There’s movement in the city. Zachary’s men are regrouping. Word is, he’s calling in favors from old allies.”Carrick’s jaw tightened. “Who?”“Salvatore Moretti.”Carrick exhaled sharply. “That bastard.”Salvatore Moretti was one of the deadliest enforcers in the underworld. A man who never failed to carry out an order.And if he was working with Zachary, it meant only one thing, war was closer than they thought.Victor leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “We have

The heavy doors slammed shut behind Carrick, cutting him off from the chaos outside.Zachary stood across the grand hall, a smirk tugging at his lips as he set his whiskey glass down. The dim chandeliers above cast long shadows across the room, making the moment feel even more suffocating.Carrick’s grip on his gun tightened. “No more games, old man.”Zachary chuckled, his voice rich with amusement. “And here I thought you’d want to talk, son.”Carrick’s eyes darkened. “Don’t call me that.”Zachary sighed, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. “It’s funny, really. All this time, you’ve been trying to carve out your own empire. Trying so hard to erase the Gale name. But no matter what you do, you’ll always be my blood.”Carrick’s jaw clenched. He raised his gun, aiming straight at Zachary’s head.“Then I’ll spill that blood.”Zachary didn’t flinch. He simply smiled.Then...Click.The sound of multiple safeties being released echoed through the hall.Carrick barely had time to move before a

The road stretched endlessly before them, bathed in the eerie glow of streetlights. Inside the SUV, the silence was thick, broken only by the occasional hum of the tires against the asphalt. Carrick sat in the passenger seat, his fingers tapping against his thigh as he turned the flash drive over in his hand. The weight of it felt heavier than it should have.Victor stole a glance at him. “Are you going to tell me what’s on that thing, or are we just going to pretend like it doesn’t exist?”Carrick didn’t look away from the drive. “I don’t know what’s on it yet.”Victor scoffed. “Then why the hell did you take it?”“Because Zachary doesn’t play empty hands,” Carrick muttered. “If he went through the trouble of handing this over instead of dying with it, it means something.”Victor clenched his jaw. “You had him, Carrick. You could’ve ended him.”Carrick’s fingers stopped moving. “And what if this changes everything?”Victor exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Or it

Carrick’s mind was a storm, but outwardly, he was ice. The flickering glow of the laptop screen did nothing to warm the cold rage seeping through his veins.Domino had been plotting against him all along.Victor was pacing now, his fists clenched. "That son of a bitch! We should take him out tonight. No waiting, no games. We strike first."Carrick exhaled sharply, closing the laptop. "We can’t act impulsively. Not yet."Victor stopped, glaring. "What the hell do you mean, ‘not yet’? The bastard's selling you out! He said it himself.”"I know," Carrick said, voice steel. "But I need to know exactly how deep his reach goes. If he’s working with someone powerful, then just killing him won’t solve the problem. It might make things worse."Victor ran a hand down his face, breathing heavily. "So what do we do?"Carrick turned to Elias. "Get every single one of my men on high alert. I don’t want anyone making a move without my direct orders. If Domino so much as breathes wrong, I want to kno