In the shadows of the crimson-tinted base, Mason waited. His eyes never strayed from the monitors in front of him, the glow from the screens illuminating his calculating expression. He had spent years cultivating his place in the Legion, building his alliances, playing the part of the dutiful soldier. But beneath the surface, something had festered—a hunger, a thirst for power that had been there all along, waiting for the right moment to break free.Mason had known that James, the leader of the Legion, was vulnerable. After all, the older man had always been so sure of his power, so confident in his ability to hold the reins of the Crimson Legion. But James had a weakness: his attachments. And none more so than his favorite student, Chris.Mason had always hated it. Hated how James doted on Chris, how he saw potential in the young soldier. It was a jealousy that had quietly gnawed at him over the years, and now, it was something he could no longer control.So, Mason played his cards

Mason’s fists clenched, his carefully constructed composure cracking. “You just signed your death warrant, Cara. I hope you understand that.”He turned on his heel and stormed out, leaving her alone once more. But Cara allowed herself a small smile. She had planted the seed of doubt, and she knew Mason well enough to predict his next move.On the other hand, Mason realized that he didn't have the luxury of wasting much time any longer as things hadn't been progressing as smoothly as he predicted.The crimson legion wasn't just a mercenary but it also served as an exclusive private army for several influential families such as the White family, governments of different countries and elite individuals. The council consist of members from some of this families and their duties were were aligned to ensure the smooth running of crimson legion and to also make sure that the motive of the legion aligns with its members It would be troublesome if the evidence got to the council so he nee

Suddenly, the distant roar of a helicopter’s rotors became audible over the din of battle. The sound grew louder, accompanied by the distinct thud of boots hitting the ground outside the clinic. “Who the hell is that?” one of Mason’s men shouted, glancing nervously toward the source of the noise. The answer came in the form of Chris, Ethan, and Roy jumping out of the black hawk helicopter without waiting for it to land and bursting through the enemy line as they headed towards the clinic’s entrance. Chris led the charge, his rifle spitting fire as he picked off Mason’s men with deadly accuracy. Ethan followed close behind, providing covering fire, while Roy, despite his injury, moved with calculated precision. The arrival of Chris’s team was like a thunderclap in the storm. The tide of the battle shifted almost immediately. Cara’s team rallied at the sound of reinforcements, their morale bolstered by the unexpected support. Chris moved like a predator through the chaos, his eye

Brooklyn, --- The soft purr of the engine barely registered over the tension simmering in the car. Eva’s hands rested on the steering wheel, her knuckles faintly white as if gripping more than just the wheel—perhaps control over emotions she refused to confront. The streets of Brooklyn rolled by, alive with the neon glimmer of the city’s nighttime pulse, but Eva’s gaze was fixed forward, her lips set in a thin line. Eva gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the leather. The sleek black car glided through the bustling streets of Brooklyn, its silent hum betraying the storm brewing within Eva’s mind. Amanda, her best friend, sat in the passenger seat scrolling idly through her phone, her occasional glances at Eva betraying an amused curiosity. Although both ladies were stunningly looking in the dresses they wore but Amanda’s cheerful disposition was a stark contrast to Eva’s brooding silence. “He could’ve at least texted,

It was undeniable that Eva and Amanda were initially surprised. The Bensons were a top tier elite family based in New York and they were far wealthier and more powerful than any household in Brooklyn. Eddie stepped forward, his eyes lingering on Eva. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Carter. I must say, you’re even more stunning in person. The description don’t do any justice on highlighting how beautiful you look ” Eva’s expression remained cold, her voice cutting. “Thank you, Mr. Benson. If you’ll excuse us, we were in the middle of a conversation.” she stated in a cold unyielding tone which implied that they had no interest in interacting with Eddie. Eva nothing again Eddie but the fact that he was connected to Sean was a turn off. Her Sharp instincts were alarming her that there were nothing but problems getting involved with Eddie and Sean. How could she forget how Sean had almost kicked them out of the mansion the first day they had moved in. Eddie’s grin faltered, the dis