"If that's all, then let’s move," Kelan said, his voice calm but firm. The men nodded and began to prepare, adjusting their gear and checking their weapons. Each man knew their role, and there was no room for mistakes.The group moved with precision, splitting into smaller teams as they made their way to the vehicles waiting outside. The air was tense, but they were professionals—focused and ready.As they climbed into the vans, Kelan gave a final nod to the driver. "Stick to the plan. No detours. We need to be in and out fast."The driver nodded back, and the vans pulled out, heading toward their target. The streets passed by in a blur of lights and shadows, the city quiet at this late hour. Inside the van, the men sat in silence, the only sounds being the occasional click of gear being checked and the low hum of the engine.Kelan sat at the front, his mind running through every detail of the plan. He glanced back at the men, making sure they were ready. They had done this before, bu
The man with the scar narrowed his eyes at them, clearly not satisfied. "Before we talk prices, I need to know—who’s your boss? I don’t deal with just anybody."One of the decoys smirked, leaning forward slightly. "I can’t give you that information just yet. But what I can tell you is that our boss is a high-ranking government official, someone with a lot of influence."The scarred man raised an eyebrow, his skepticism fading slightly. "A government official, huh? That’s interesting." He tapped his fingers on the desk, considering the words carefully. "If that’s true, you should have no trouble paying the price I’m about to offer."The men nodded confidently. "We wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t handle the cost."The scarred man leaned back in his chair, seemingly satisfied for now. "Alright. Let’s talk business then.""And one more thing," one of the decoys said, pausing as the conversation turned serious.The scarred man raised an eyebrow. "What?""My boss would like to meet Sir Ren
Kelan’s car pulled up to the hidden base, its headlights cutting through the dark. He stepped out quickly, waving for the rest of the team to follow him inside. They hurried through the doors, eager to report back to Mello.In the control room, Mello was standing in front of a bank of monitors, his eyes scanning over various data points and maps. The soft hum of the computers filled the air as his crew worked quietly around him.Mello looked up as Kelan and the decoy squad entered. "How did it go?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.Kelan grinned. "It went exactly as planned. The decoys pulled it off without a hitch. We dangled the bait, and Sir Ren’s men are interested. They’ll be reaching out soon through the anonymous link."Mello nodded, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. "Good. That’s what we need. They’ll make the next move, and we’ll be ready for them."One of the decoy members stepped forward, still buzzing with adrenaline. "We mentioned the $2
The next morning, Sir Ren sat at the head of a long, polished table in his office, sipping his coffee and watching the city come to life through the wide glass windows. His phone rang, interrupting his quiet moment. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Jan, his right-hand man at the drug warehouse headquarters. A rare early-morning call from him. Sir Ren's brows furrowed as he answered the call.“What is it?” he asked, his voice calm but curious.There was a brief pause on the other end, and then the gruff voice of his trusted lieutenant came through, laced with tension. “Boss, we’ve got a problem.”Sir Ren straightened a bit“What kind of problem?”The man’s voice lowered as if he feared someone might overhear, despite being miles away. “We had some buyers come through yesterday. Said they wanted a large supply. Real big operation.”Ren’s eyes narrowed. “And?”“They were asking questions, boss. Too many questions. And they wanted to meet you, face to face.”Sir Ren’s mind raced
Sir Ren stood up, smoothing out the creases in his suit as his female assistant entered the room, carrying his leather briefcase. "The cars are ready, sir," she said, her voice calm and professional.He nodded with a smile, slipping his phone into his pocket. "Perfect. Let’s go."With a confident stride, he followed her out of the office and into the bright sunlight, where a sleek convoy of luxury cars awaited. The engines purred softly, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the light.As he slid into the back seat of the lead car, Ren felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. His plans were moving smoothly, and tonight was reserved for some well-earned relaxation at his penthouse. He could already picture the view from his top-floor suite, He leaned back in the plush seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "To the penthouse," he instructed the driver. The assistant settled into the seat beside him, organizing his schedule for the evening. The convoy pulled away from the building, glidi
Mello sat in silence for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the car as it sped down the highway. The stranger’s words echoed in his mind, mingling with the tension that had been building for weeks. He didn’t trust easily, especially someone who knew so much. But the information was tempting, too tempting to ignore.As he approached Lisa’s place, his thoughts kept pulling him back to the phone call. Could this be a trap? Was Sir Ren playing him, or was there truly someone out there willing to help him dismantle the empire Ren had built?Meanwhile, across the city, Sir Ren was lounging in his penthouse, unaware of the stranger’s call to Mello. He sat with a glass of whiskey in hand, overlooking the shimmering lights of the city below. His brother is back in town and he had decided to treat him nice as his penthouse or welcome him.Sir ren smiled as he drank his wineSalvatore, his brother, sat opposite him, looking less relaxed. He noticed Sir Ren’s smug expression and couldn’t he
Lisa’s hands moved slowly over Mello’s chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. He felt the warmth of her touch through his shirt, and his breath caught for a moment. Their eyes met, holding a silent conversation that words couldn’t express.Without hesitation, Mello pulled her in gently, kissing her with more urgency than before. Lisa responded immediately, pressing closer to him as her hands slid beneath his shirt, exploring his skin. His grip tightened around her waist, drawing her even nearer.The room seemed to close in around them, the world outside forgotten. Mello kissed her neck, slowly, while Lisa worked on the buttons of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders. He let out a quiet sigh as she pressed her lips against his skin, just below his ear.With a gentle push, Lisa eased him back onto the couch, and he willingly followed her lead. She settled into his lap, fitting perfectly against him. Their kisses grew deeper, more intense, as the space between them di
Zachary walked frantically down the docks, glancing at his watch every few seconds. The salty air whipped around him, but he barely noticed; his mind was racing. He hoped he had managed to convince Mello to meet him. He had put on a brave face, trying hard not to show how much he needed Mello’s help. The last thing he wanted was for Mello to see how desperate he felt, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all hanging by a thread.Every small sound made him flinch. A creaking board, the rustle of a bag in the wind, even the scurrying of rats sent his heart racing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but it only made him more aware of how drenched in sweat he was.The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an hour. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and scanned the empty docks again, willing Mello to appear. He couldn't help but replay their last conversation in his mind, hoping he hadn't pushed too hard. Then, in the distance, he saw a figure app