The Rise of Mackin Jones

Chapter 110

The city was a battlefield, and now, with Nicholas Volkov in the mix, the stakes had grown even higher.

Santiago had been a local threat, a power player on the Westside, but Volkov was something else entirely—an international force with resources and connections that extended far beyond the city’s limits. And now he had set his sights on the Borsens’ empire.

Luis stood on the balcony of his penthouse, the cold night air biting at his skin as he gazed out over the city. Volkov wasn’t just here to make money—he was here to take control. Santiago had been smart to ally with him, but it wouldn’t be enough. Not with Luis and Maria ready to strike back.

Maria joined him on the balcony, her eyes sharp as she stared at the skyline. “Volkov thinks he can just walk into our city and take what’s ours.”

Luis nodded, his expression hardening. “We’ll show him he’s wrong.”

The war for the city was about to enter its most dangerous phase. And Luis and Maria were ready.

The city hummed with dangerous energy. Luis and Maria could feel it—the tension in the air, the way the streets seemed to pulse with anticipation. Volkov had been quiet since they discovered his involvement, but silence in this city was never a good thing. It wasn’t peace; it was the calm before the storm.

Luis stood in his office, studying the latest reports Bones had gathered on Volkov. The man was deeply entrenched—his businesses stretched across Europe, with money flowing in and out of high-profile ventures and illegal enterprises.

Drugs, arms, even human trafficking—Volkov’s reach was vast, and it was clear he was used to operating without opposition. But here, in Luis’s city, that wouldn’t fly.

Maria walked in, her phone in hand, her expression sharp. “We have eyes on one of Volkov’s shipments. Weapons, by the looks of it, headed for the docks tomorrow night.”

Luis looked up, his gaze hardening. This was the opening they had been waiting for. Volkov’s power lay in his resources, and if they could cut off those supply lines, it would weaken him enough to strike.

Santiago was still holding on in the Westside, but it was clear now that his strength came from Volkov’s backing. Without it, Santiago would crumble.

“Where’s the shipment coming from?” Luis asked, leaning forward.

“Volkov’s using one of his shipping companies as a front,” Maria explained, handing him the details. “It’s disguised as a legitimate arms deal for a private military contractor, but it’s much more than that. He’s moving serious firepower, and if he gets it to Santiago, we’ll be dealing with more than just a territorial dispute.”

Luis’s jaw clenched. Volkov was planning for a war, and if they didn’t act fast, he would be ready to take control of the Westside, and eventually, the rest of the city. But Luis wasn’t going to let it get that far.

“Then we intercept it,” Luis said, his voice low and controlled. “We hit them hard, and we make sure they know this is our city.”

Maria smiled, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “And when we’re done, Volkov will know exactly who he’s dealing with.”

The next night, the docks were eerily quiet, the usual sounds of workers loading and unloading cargo replaced by an oppressive stillness. Luis and Maria had brought a small team—their most trusted men—to make sure the job got done without complications. Bones stood by Luis’s side, his expression as hard and focused as ever.

The plan was simple: hit the shipment, disable Volkov’s operation, and send a message.

Luis crouched behind a stack of crates, his eyes scanning the horizon as the lights from an approaching ship glinted on the dark water. The shipment was almost there.

“We’ve got movement,” Bones muttered, his voice low as he pointed towards the pier. A group of men—armed and ready—had started unloading crates from the ship, their faces hidden in the shadows.

Maria was beside him, her gaze locked onto the targets. “They don’t know we’re here.”

Luis smiled faintly. They wouldn’t see it coming.

“Move in,” Luis ordered quietly, and within seconds, his men surged forward, swift and silent, cutting through the darkness with deadly precision.

The first shots rang out, sharp and sudden, shattering the quiet night. Luis’s team moved like ghosts, taking down Volkov’s men before they even had a chance to react. It was a coordinated attack; years of discipline and training paying off in a matter of moments. Luis moved with them, his gun steady in his hands as he took out one of the guards.

“Clear the area,” Luis called out, his voice cold and authoritative.

Maria stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as the last of Volkov’s men dropped to the ground. The crates were theirs now—the weapons were in their hands.

“We’ll send him a message,” Maria said, her voice calm but filled with a dangerous edge. “Leave the bodies. Let Volkov know we’re not playing games.”

Luis nodded, his expression hardening. This was just the beginning. They had disrupted one shipment, but there would be more. Volkov was a man used to having his way, but now he was learning what it meant to challenge the Borsens.

The next day, the news of the dock attack spread like wildfire. Volkov’s men had been found dead, the shipment gone, and word was quickly getting out that the Borsens were behind it. But that wasn’t all. Luis and Maria’s network of informants had uncovered something else—Volkov was furious. He hadn’t expected them to strike so soon, and now he was preparing to retaliate.

Luis stood in his office, reading the latest report as Maria paced the room. “He’s going to hit back. Volkov isn’t the type to let this go unanswered.”

“I know,” Luis said calmly. He had expected this. Volkov had more resources and connections than anyone they had faced before, but Luis wasn’t afraid. They had taken down men like him before—men who thought money and power were all it took to control the city.

Maria stopped pacing, her eyes narrowing. “So what’s our next move?”

Luis set the report down, his expression hardening. “We take the fight to him.”

Maria raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You want to go after Volkov directly?”

Luis nodded. They couldn’t afford to wait for Volkov to strike first. They had rattled him, but that wasn’t enough. If they wanted to win this war, they had to make sure Volkov understood that this was their city, and anyone who tried to take it would be destroyed.

“We’ll hit his businesses, his contacts, everything he has in the city,” Luis said, his voice dark with determination. “We’ll cut him off from his resources, and then we’ll finish him.”

Maria’s smile was sharp and dangerous. She thrived in moments like this when the stakes were highest and the danger was real. “Then let’s burn his empire to the ground.”

Over the next few days, Luis and Maria’s assault on Volkov’s operation intensified. They targeted everything—his legitimate businesses, his smuggling operations, his informants. No one was safe. The message was clear: Volkov wasn’t welcome in their city.

Bones had been working overtime, coordinating the attacks with precision. Volkov’s businesses were being disrupted one by one, and with each hit, the Borsens’ control over the city solidified. But Luis knew this wouldn’t be enough to stop Volkov. He wasn’t the type to fold under pressure.

Luis sat in his study, going over the latest reports when Bones walked in, his face grim. “We’ve got a problem.”

Luis looked up, his eyes narrowing. “What is it?”

Bones handed him a report, his voice low. “Volkov’s preparing for something big. Word is, he’s bringing in reinforcements from out of town. Mercenaries hired guns. He’s not playing defence anymore.”

Luis’s jaw tightened as he read the report. Volkov was going all-in. He was bringing everything he had to the city, preparing for a showdown.

Maria entered the room just as Luis finished reading, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “He’s going to try and take us out.”

Luis nodded, his mind racing. This was it—the final push. Volkov was ready to make his move, and if they didn’t stop him now, the city could fall into chaos.

“We’ll need to prepare,” Luis said, his voice calm but filled with resolve. “This won’t be like the others. Volkov’s bringing everything he has.”

Maria smiled coldly. “Good. Then we’ll crush him.”

Luis’s eyes darkened with determination. They had fought too long and too hard to let Volkov take what was theirs. This city belonged to them, and they weren’t about to let anyone—especially not some outsider—walk in and take it.

“Get our men ready,” Luis said, turning to Bones. “This ends now.”