Inside Marcus’s penthouse, the tension was suffocating. The lights of the skyline outside cast long shadows as Mara paced the room, her frustration simmering.“They humiliated us,” she spat. “Camelia. Magnus. All of them! We have to hit back, hard.”Marcus poured himself a drink, his jaw tight. “Magnus showing up means trouble. He's not just here to make noise—he wants to take everything from me.”Mara clenched her fists. “And Camelia... she’s working with him. I knew that woman was trouble, but she’s gone too far this time.”Marcus leaned against the bar, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “We have to act fast. Magnus doesn’t make idle threats. We need to find the Black Card and cut off his power before he gets any stronger.”Mara stopped pacing, her eyes burning with determination. “And what about Camelia? You can’t keep letting her get away with this.”Marcus’s expression darkened. “She’ll get what’s coming to her. I just need to figure out the right time to strike.”Meanwhile, acr
The fallout from Magnus’s ambush and Camelia’s betrayal was only the beginning. With Marcus facing criminal charges, his assets frozen, and his reputation in shambles, it became clear that his enemies had planned this perfectly. But Marcus wasn’t a man who surrendered easily—and neither was Mara. They needed to regroup, uncover the truth, and strike back harder than ever.The two retreated to a hidden property on the outskirts of the city—a cabin Marcus had kept secret, even from his closest allies.Mara threw a duffel bag onto the floor. “This is only temporary, Marcus. We have to move fast.”Marcus nodded, his face hardened from exhaustion. “Magnus and Camelia think they’ve won. They have no idea what’s coming for them.”Mara gave him a thin smile. “We need to hit them where it hurts, and that means figuring out who gave them the Black Card. Without it, they wouldn’t have the power to pull all of this off.”Marcus clenched his fists. “There’s one person who knows everything—Marco. A
At the cabin’s kitchen table, Marcus, Mara, and Marco gathered, a map of the city sprawled across the surface, with red markers circling key locations.“We’ll need to cut off their supply chain first,” Mara said, tapping a point on the map. “This warehouse here is where Magnus stores his cash reserves. He doesn’t trust banks for all his dirty money.”Marco nodded, lighting another cigarette. “If you hit him there, it’ll cripple his operation. But there’s a catch—Magnus has Camelia laundering the rest of his funds through shell companies. You’ll need proof to dismantle them legally.”Marcus narrowed his eyes. “That’s where you come in, Marco. You’re going to help us steal that proof.”Marco chuckled nervously. “Oh, so I’m the bait now?”Mara shot him a deadly look. “You owe us more than that.”The first step was hacking into Camelia’s financial network to track the money she had funneled out. Mara knew it wouldn’t be easy—Camelia was meticulous. But through one of Mara’s underworld con
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
The documents were a goldmine, exposing not only Camelia’s financial misconduct but also ties to offshore accounts that Magnus used for laundering his dirty money. Marcus, Mara, and Marco knew they had something explosive in their hands, but the challenge now was executing the next step without triggering retaliation before their plan could fully unfold.The room was quiet except for the shuffle of papers as Mara organized the files into neat stacks. Marcus stood by the window, peering into the dark street below, his mind calculating every possible counterattack from Magnus and Camelia.“We can't afford to play defense anymore,” Marcus muttered, breaking the silence.Mara smirked. “We don’t plan to.”Their first move was to tip off a few journalists and legal contacts with select pieces of the evidence. But they knew this alone wouldn’t be enough. Both Camelia and Magnus had layers of protection, and simply going public wouldn’t take them down—it would only provoke them.“We need to p
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
The rooftop escape left Marcus, Mara, and Marco rattled but not broken. Their enemies had miscalculated—this trio wasn’t one to fold under pressure. Yet, as they navigated the dark alleys and made their way back to a safehouse, the unease grew. Someone had leaked their plan, and the enemy was moving fast, too fast. It wasn’t just another ambush; it felt like a calculated attempt to dismantle their entire strategy.The stakes had risen, and they knew they were running out of time.The safehouse was an unassuming apartment above an old bakery. The scent of stale bread mingled with the damp air, but it was secure—at least for now. Marcus sat at the scarred dining table, nursing a whiskey, while Mara paced the room. Marco, his wounded shoulder hastily bandaged, sat on a sagging couch, breathing heavily.“We need to figure out who gave us up,” Marcus said, tapping his fingers against the glass. His voice was low, simmering with controlled fury.“Someone inside the network,” Mara said, her
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