The city was restless.A tension hung in the air, thick like the humidity before a storm. The streets, once alive with the usual chaos, felt too quiet—a warning of what was to come.Dino stood in the high-rise apartment that had become his war room. His mother was still in a coma. Elena was still in danger. And Sanchez was still breathing.He couldn't allow that to last much longer.---Inside the Den of the EnemyElena sat in the dimly lit office of Sanchez’s private compound. Her hands were bound, but her mind was sharper than ever.She had lost count of the days since her capture, but she knew one thing—Sanchez was preparing for something big.The air in the room was stale, thick with the scent of old cigars and power. The only window was covered with thick iron bars, allowing just a sliver of moonlight to creep in. Her body ached from the restraints, but she refused to show weakness. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.The door creaked open, and Alejandro walked in.She brace

The wind howled against the windows of Dino’s private estate, but inside, a tense silence filled the war room. A digital map flickered on a large screen, displaying a network of Sanchez’s known safe houses. Dino sat at the head of the table, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood. Elena was out there, and he would get her back.Tomiwa stood beside him, arms crossed. “We need more intel before making a move.”Dino didn’t respond immediately. His mind was racing—not just about Elena, but about the message he had received an hour ago. A coded signal, one only a handful of people would recognize.His childhood trainer was alive.And he had information.---The Trainer from the PastDino’s childhood had been shaped by brutality. While Alejandro had been groomed to lead Sanchez’s empire, Dino had been trained in secret—by a man known only as "The Ghost."He had no real name, no identity, just a reputation. A former military strategist turned mercenary, The Ghost had been

Dino stared at his phone, Alejandro’s words ringing in his ears."I just put a bullet in one of Sanchez’s men… and he doesn’t know who fired the shot."Tomiwa leaned in. “Do you believe him?”Dino’s jaw clenched. Alejandro was a wild card. A man bred in Sanchez’s cruelty, molded by privilege and power. But something about his tone was different. He didn’t sound like the arrogant, sadistic heir anymore. He sounded like a man with nothing to lose.Dino finally spoke. “Where are you?”Alejandro chuckled. “Meet me at the old marina. Alone. We both know this ends one way or another.”Then the line went dead.---Sanchez’s Compound—A Storm BrewsElena remained in her cell, listening as chaos erupted around her.The shot Alejandro fired had sent shockwaves through the compound. Guards scrambled, radios buzzed, and Sanchez barked orders.A guard rushed into the room where Elena was being held. “Sir, we found the body—shot in the head. No one saw who did it.”Sanchez’s face darkened. “You sear

Dino adjusting his collar stepped into the dimly lit fight club house in Mexico, his keen eyes scanning the smoky air for any sign of Luciana. The underground club with the deafening cheers of the crowd drowning out the muffled grunts of the fighters in the ring reeked of sweat and alcohol. The arena, a circular pit with blood-stained floors, was surrounded by men placing bets, their shouts blending into the chaotic atmosphere.His expression unreadable as Alejandro walked beside him, but his presence was a silent declaration of power. Flanking Dino’s left was Tomiwa who was always alert, his hand subtly resting on his concealed firearm. They knew this place was dangerous, but they had no choice—they had finally traced Luciana here after weeks of relentless searching.Dino’s heart pounded as his eyes darted to the center of the ring. A fierce fighter was in the midst of a brutal match. She was lean but powerful, and her movements were precise and well calculated. Her long dark hair, s

Moving swiftly, they weaved through narrow alleys, their breaths coming in sharp with controlled exhales. The streets of Mexico City pulsed with neon lights and the distant echoes of reggaeton music, but for them, the night was anything but a party. Despite the fight, the house was behind them; Rafael was not one to let his prey escape easily.As they approached a dimly lit intersection, a sleek black SUV skidded into their path, tires screeching. While a dozen men spilled out, their faces shadowed under the flickering streetlights. Stepping forward, Raphael with his cigar glowing in the darkness, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.His voice was laced with mockery. "Going somewhere?" "You should know better than to leave without saying goodbye."Dino's stance shifted as he scanned their surroundings. More of Rafael’s men emerged from the shadows, blocking the alley behind them. They were surrounded. His pulse remained steady—this wasn’t his first ambush.Luciana stepped up beside him,