“You broke the door,” Ella said. “That’s not the problem—at least you were trying to save us.” She stepped closer and added, “But… I think I’m just going to go to the bank and buy another house. That’s it.” Dane blinked. “Wait, what?” “That’s not really a problem for us,” she said casually. “I don’t have my phone, which means I don’t have access to most of my cash. But once I get it back, we’ll just buy a new place.” Dane stood there, stunned. So it’s true, he thought. They really are millionaires. Gina, still by the front door, turned to look at them. “What are you two waiting for? Come in.” Ella and Dane followed her into the house, the dog trotting happily behind them. “it’s so good to be back home,” Ella said as she stepped inside. Dane followed her in, breathing in the quiet calm of the house. He walked over to the living room and sank into a chair, finally letting his body relax. Ella disappeared down the hall to her room. “I’m going to take a quick bath,” s

Butcher stood from his chair and walked out of his office. Every man in the hallway lowered their heads as he passed—out of fear, out of respect. No one spoke. No one dared to.He moved with purpose, heading straight to Jane’s room. When he reached her door, he knocked once.“Jane,” he said calmly, “I want to talk to you.”She opened the door quickly, surprised. “Sir… please, come in.”Butcher stepped inside.“Sit,” she said, gesturing toward the chair in front of her.He sat down slowly. “I came to speak with you,” he said.“I figured,” she replied, smiling gently. “I’m glad. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a normal conversation. We’ve both been so busy…”Butcher nodded. “You’re right. We haven’t talked much—just missions, orders, chaos. This is an opportunity.”She leaned forward slightly. “So… what is it?”He took a breath. “Tomorrow… I’m going after Richard.”Jane’s face went still. “For real?”“Yes. I’ve held back long enough. Two people attacking us—even separately—is too

As the car rolled out, Butcher sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, Carlos following close behind with his fleet of thugs. Everything was in motion.Suddenly, Butcher’s phone vibrated.He checked the screen—one of his spies. The one tailing Richard.He answered.“Sir,” the spy said, urgency in his voice, “something’s happening. Richard… he’s not at the mansion. He’s already on the move. It looks like he’s preparing to attack you.”“What?” Butcher said, eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about? Slow down. Speak clearly.”“Sorry, sir,” the spy said. “We thought we were going to catch him off guard. But now it looks like he’s trying to end this too. He’s headed toward the port. Toward the ship.”There was a pause.“You might run into each other on the road.”Butcher hung up.This isn’t good.Jane glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “What’s going on?”“Nothing,” Butcher said calmly. “Just keep driving.”He turned and looked out the back window, then raised his eyes to the s

Butcher slowly raised his hand and slipped it into his pocket, gripping his gun. At the same time, he looked at Carlos, while Richard glanced at his own men. Then, without warning, Butcher ran and jumped into a nearby bus. Carlos did the same, sprinting to his Toyota.That was when the shooting broke out.They started firing at each other. Butcher pulled out his gun—it was ready. He scanned the chaos, watching how the fight was unfolding. Then he ran out.There were too many men. If I try to go through that line, I’ll be caught, he thought. But still, Butcher had the numbers. Richard had about 55 men, while Butcher had around 100. Carlos, too, was fighting on the front line.The gunfight raged on in the open road—bullets flying, no cover in sight.Oh no… I didn’t even realize this. I didn’t. Richard thought. My men were watching him, but I didn’t know he was going to send this many. No, I didn’t bring enough men. I’m going to lose.Just then, he saw one of Butcher’s men aiming at him.

“I know,” Butcher said quietly. “And I promise you this—I know what Leo did. I know everything. And I’m going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.”He took a step closer.“Just tell me your final wish. Is there anything—anything at all—you want me to do for you? Just say it.”Richard glared up at him, trembling with fury. “Hell nah! No way in hell. No way I’m going to die. It’s you who’s going to die. You were the one meant to die.”His voice cracked with hate.“From the day I found out you were my brother… I hated you even more. It made me angry. Stronger. When we were in the slave mafia—you were more respected. They paid you more. Gave you more jobs. You had the wealth. The power.”He spat on the ground.“And what, you think I should’ve been happy for you? My brother, the one I thought was living in the damn slum, turns out to be superior to me the whole time.”Richard’s hand trembled as blood dripped from his fingers.“Every time they sent us on jobs… assassinations… you were