The Rise of Mackin Jones

Chapter 100

The rain fell in heavy sheets as Luis and Maria’s car navigated the street.

Their destination looms closer with each passing moment. The city was alive again, pulsing with the familiar rhythms of power, control, and danger that had once been their heartbeat.

But this time, it wasn’t about reclaiming what was lost. It was about showing the city that they had never truly left.

“Jaxon’s rattled,” Maria said, her voice cutting through the low hum of the engine. “He’ll be scrambling to figure out his next move. He didn’t expect you to walk back in like that.”

Luis nodded, his gaze fixed on the city outside. “He’s inexperienced. He thinks brute force and intimidation are enough to hold the Dockyard. He’s wrong.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just the Dockyard, though. If we want control back, we’ll need to go deeper. Miguel’s been consolidating power on the Eastside, and there’s talk that he’s trying to make a move on the Southside too.”

Luis leaned back in his seat, his mind already working through the details. Miguel had always been ambitious, but he lacked the subtlety required to truly run things.

He’d been playing the long game, waiting for them to leave a gap, and when they did, he slipped in. But ambition without finesse was a dangerous thing, and Miguel’s overreach would be his downfall.

“Miguel’s too focused on expansion,” Luis said, his voice calm but cold. “He’ll stretch himself thin. He thinks he can take it all, but the moment he does, it’ll start to crumble.”

Maria’s lips curled into a small smile. “That’s where we come in.”

Luis glanced at her, his expression hardening. This was their moment. They hadn’t returned just to reclaim territory. They were here to rebuild the empire, but this time they would do it on their terms—stronger, more ruthless, more decisive. No more mistakes. No more second chances.

“What’s our next move?” Maria asked, her tone sharp and ready for action.

Luis exhaled slowly, his eyes dark as he thought. “We need to show the city that we’re not just back—we’re in control. Jaxon’s shaken, but he still has the Dockyard. Miguel’s in too deep, but he doesn’t realise it yet. We need to turn them against each other.”

Maria’s eyes flickered with understanding. “Divide and conquer.”

Luis nodded. “Exactly. We let them fight it out; let them think they’re winning. And when they’re both too focused on each other, we move in.”

Maria’s smile widened. “We’ll take the city from under their noses.”

Luis didn’t smile, but there was a cold satisfaction in his gaze. This was how they operated. It wasn’t about brute force or flashy power moves. It was about control. It was about precision. And once Jaxon and Miguel were busy tearing each other apart, they wouldn’t see Luis and Maria coming.

“I’ll handle Jaxon,” Maria said, her voice confident. “He’s too emotional, too desperate. He’ll make a mistake soon, and when he does, I’ll be there to push him over the edge.”

Luis’s eyes met hers, a silent understanding passing between them. They worked best together—Maria handling the emotional manipulators, while Luis orchestrated the larger moves behind the scenes. It was the same way they had built their empire before, and it was how they would take it back now.

“And I’ll deal with Miguel,” Luis said. “He’s not as smart as he thinks he is. Once Jaxon’s distracted, I’ll cut off Miguel’s supply lines, making him vulnerable.”

Maria’s gaze darkened with approval. “By the time they realise what’s happening, it’ll be too late.”

Luis leaned back in his seat, his mind already racing ahead to what came next. The city was a chessboard, and every piece had to be moved with care. Jaxon and Miguel were pawns, but they didn’t know it yet. And once they were taken out of the game, Luis and Maria would be the only players left standing.

The next night, Luis stood on the rooftop of a high-rise building, the city stretching out below him, a glittering sea of lights and shadows. It was the kind of view that reminded him why they had fought so hard to control this place. The city was more than just power. It was a living thing, breathing beneath his feet, waiting to be tamed.

Bones appeared beside him, his face impassive as usual, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that told Luis everything he needed to know.

“We’ve got eyes on Miguel,” Bones said, his voice low. “He’s making moves on the Southside tonight. Trying to push into Jaxon’s territory.”

Luis smiled faintly. “Perfect.”

This was exactly what they needed. Miguel’s ambition was going to be his downfall, and Luis was ready to pull the strings. By making it look like Jaxon was losing control of the dockyard, he would force Miguel to overextend himself. And when Miguel made that mistake, Luis would be there to exploit it.

“Keep me updated,” Luis said, his gaze still fixed on the city. “I want to know every move he makes.”

Bones nodded and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Luis alone with his thoughts. The plan was in motion, and soon the pieces would start to fall into place.

Maria’s voice came through his earpiece, calm and steady. “Jaxon’s about to take the bait.”

Luis’s smile widened. “Then it’s time.”

At the dockyard, Jaxon was growing more paranoid by the hour. He had spent the last few weeks consolidating his power, making sure his crew had the dockyard locked down tight. But ever since Luis and Maria had shown up, things had started to unravel.

He paced the length of his office, his eyes darting to the phone on his desk, waiting for a call that hadn’t come. His men had been reporting strange movements all day—people disappearing, shipments getting delayed, and small cracks in the infrastructure he had worked so hard to build.

“I don’t like this,” Jaxon muttered to one of his lieutenants, a tall, lean man who stood by the door with his arms crossed. “Something’s wrong.”

The lieutenant nodded, though his expression was uncertain. “We’ve still got control of the territory. Miguel’s making noise, but he hasn’t pushed in yet.”

Jaxon stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing. Miguel. That was the real problem. Ever since Luis had come back into the picture, Miguel had started making moves—bold ones. And now Jaxon had to deal with both of them at once.

“Find out what Luis is planning,” Jaxon said sharply. “I don’t care what it takes. He didn’t just come back for a visit. He wants control, and I’m not giving it to him.”

The lieutenant hesitated. “What if Miguel makes his move first?”

Jaxon’s jaw tightened. “Then we take him down. Hard.”

He wasn’t going to let either of them win. This was his territory now, and he would do whatever it took to keep it.

Meanwhile, on the Eastside, Miguel was feeling more confident than ever. He had the numbers and connections, and now, with Jaxon distracted by Luis’s sudden return, he had the advantage. This was his chance to take what he had always wanted.

“The Southside is vulnerable,” Miguel said to his men as they gathered in a dimly lit warehouse. “Jaxon’s losing his grip. We move in tonight; take the territory before he has a chance to react.”

His men nodded, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Miguel had always been the kind of leader who inspired loyalty through ambition. He promised power, and now he was delivering.

“We push hard, take everything. By the time Jaxon realises what’s happening, we’ll have control of the Southside, and Luis won’t be able to touch us.”

But as Miguel spoke, he had no idea that Luis was already several steps ahead. The trap was set, and Miguel was walking straight into it.

The next day, Luis and Maria stood on the balcony of their penthouse, the city stretching out beneath them like a battleground ready to be claimed. The pieces were moving, and soon, Jaxon and Miguel would be too busy tearing each other apart to notice that the real power was slipping through their fingers.

“It’s all coming together,” Maria said quietly, her eyes scanning the skyline.

Luis nodded, his expression cold. “Once they’re weakened, we’ll make our move.”

Maria’s lips curled into a sharp smile. “And then the city will be ours again.”

Luis didn’t smile, but there was a fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. This time, there would be no mistakes. No mercy. No loose ends.

The city was waiting for them, and they were ready to take it all back.