Marcus walked back and forth in the room, his mind racing. He still felt the adrenaline from the ambush like a second skin, but his mind was full of doubt and suspicion. Jaxon, Marcus's old friend, had always been the voice of reason for him. When everything was going wrong, he could always count on Jaxon. But Jaxon was different tonight. He was anxious and not paying attention. And that was enough to make Marcus question what he thought.Jaxon was at the table, and his hands shook a little as he flipped through a stack of papers. His eyes moved nervously from one paper to the next. He was trying to look calm, but Marcus could see the cracks."Talk to me, Jaxon," Marcus said in a low, controlled voice. "What's really going on?"Jaxon's eyes met Marcus's for a brief moment, and there was something in them that Marcus had never seen before. Fear. Fear that is real. Jaxon wasn't scared of the Vultures. He wasn't scared of Quincy Knight. But he was scared of something.Jaxon said in a voi

Marcus thought the mansion felt colder than it used to. The familiar grandeur that used to make him feel safe now made him feel trapped. There were too many lies and too many betrayals. He had come here to find answers, but with each step he took, the past seemed to weigh him down more.His father stood in front of him, looking just like the strong man he used to be. His once-strong demeanor had faded into the shadows of political legitimacy, and he was now wearing an expensive suit. But he still had a certain arrogance about him that Marcus had always known but never hated until now."Marcus," his father said, his voice colder than the marble floors they were standing on. "I didn't think you would come back.""I need answers," Marcus said in a low but firm voice. He wasn't here to mess around. "Why did you let them kill my team?" Why did you agree to work with Quincy Knight?His father's eyes flickered, but he quickly hid it behind a fake calm. "You don't get it. "I did what I had to

Marcus stood in the big, dark room, feeling the weight of his choices on his shoulders. Tiana Rhodes, who was standing across from him, had just made him an offer. It was an offer that could give him everything he wanted: power, control, and revenge. But it cost something. She wasn't giving Marcus a way out. She was giving him a chance to go deeper into the underworld he had tried to get away from.Tiana said in a calm voice, "I know what you're thinking." "You're thinking about your options and trying to decide if this is worth it." Marcus, it's the only thing you can do. The Vultures are getting a stronger hold on the city. "You'll lose everything if you don't act quickly."As he thought about what she said, Marcus's mind raced. It was hard to resist the temptation. He could take over the empire, get back at Quincy, and finally bring down the system that had ruined him. But was it worth it? Was he willing to give up everything, his morals, his soul, his future, for power?"You want

Marcus's boots echoed on the cold, shiny floors of Quincy Knight's mansion. With each step, they got heavier. He felt like he was going to die from the weight of what he had just learned about his mother's role in Quincy's empire, but he didn't have time to think about it. The war was on, and every second mattered.His team had gotten into the heart of the mansion, and now they were pushing deeper, past the outer layers of security. But Marcus could feel the walls closing in on him, both in a real and a figurative sense.Malik said, "We're close," and his voice stayed steady even though the tension was rising. "The inner vault is right in front of us. It's where the real power is.Marcus's jaw got tight. The vault was where Quincy kept his real power, and Marcus wasn't sure if he was ready for what was inside. But he had to do it. He had to take apart the Vultures, and this was his chance to do it.Marcus's phone buzzed as they got closer to the vault. A message from Jaxon flashed on

The night was quiet, and the air was thick with tension as Marcus stood in the middle of the city and looked at the Vultures' compound from a distance. Everyone on his team was ready for the last battle. It would either end their war with Quincy or send them into a future where they would never be able to escape the shadows of power.Marcus thought that the choices he made were making him feel heavy. This was the end of it all. The betrayals, the alliances, and all the choices that had led to this war, his war. But now that the city was getting ready for a bloody battle, Marcus had to make a choice that was worse than anything he had ever thought of."Marcus," Malik's voice broke the silence and made him pay attention. "The plan is in place. Tonight, we will take them down.Marcus turned to look at him, his jaw set. "Are you sure about this, Malik?" This isn't just another raid. If we take control of the Vultures, it's not just about killing Quincy. "It's about being responsible for t