The mansion in front of Marcus looked like a nightmare. It had once been a safe place, a sign of family. Now, it was where his pain began. The walls that had protected him as a child now seemed to echo with the sound of betrayal, and every step he took toward the front door felt like a step toward his own death.As he stepped over the threshold, memories of a simpler time clashed with the harsh truth he had found. It was all planned by his mother, the woman who had raised him. She had been the one who made Quincy rise to power, pulling the strings from behind the scenes.The mansion was eerily quiet inside. The dim light coming through the curtains made long shadows in the hall. Marcus's heart raced as he walked through the room, the weight of his past and the burden of his decisions weighing heavily on him. He had come looking for answers, but deep down, he was afraid the truth would break him.At last, he got to the room where his mother was waiting. She stood by the window with her

It was difficult to breathe in the silence after the explosion. The blast's sound had echoed through the city, marking the end of Quincy Knight's empire. But now that the dust had settled and the sounds of destruction had faded, Marcus was the only one left standing in the rubble. It felt like the detonator in his hand weighed a thousand pounds. The choice he made to destroy everything had a high cost.After he did what he did, he lost his mother, father, and friends. He had given up his family, friends, and past to get rid of the threat that was Quincy. The war was over, but the effects were just starting to show."Marcus," Malik's voice brought him back to reality. He turned to see his right-hand man, whose clothes were stained with sweat and blood but whose face was set. "It's over." Quincy is gone. But the city... the underworld... it's all messed up. People will fight to fill the power vacuum that exists now.Marcus nodded slowly, looking far away. He felt the heavy weight of lea

Marcus stood in the dark room, feeling the heavy silence around him. His mother's betrayal had destroyed everything he thought he knew about being loyal and trusting. She had been the one who brought him down, playing both sides and tricking him into joining Quincy’s empire. It all weighed him down so much that it hurt. The empire he had worked so hard to build was now built on sand. The people who had been on his side were starting to leave, and their faith in him was fading. The base he had once trusted now looked like a weak house of cards that would fall apart at the first sign of trouble. Marcus walked around the room, his mind full of doubt. Was it too late to go back? Could he take back control, or had the price of his ambition finally caught up with him? He had come a long way, but at what cost? "Marcus," Malik said, breaking the silence. "We're in trouble." The opposing groups are beginning to act. They know you're weak now. Marcus stopped in the middle of his step and l

Marcus can feel that the city is about to go crazy with every breath he takes. He is losing control of his power, but he won't show it. His empire, which was built on lies and bloodshed, is now falling apart. He is in his war room, surrounded by the bodies of his most trusted allies, but something doesn't seem right. There is a lot of tension in the air, and every look is full of doubt.Malik is in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on something. "Marcus, this isn't the right way. You keep pushing people away. "Your methods are tearing us apart, piece by piece."Marcus doesn't look up; his fingers tap on the table nervously. He is thinking about what to do next. "What do you want me to do, Malik?" Let them come after us? Allow them to take everything we've worked for? The city isn't going to wait for us to find peace.The words are out there, but Malik's face hardens with determination. "You're not just fighting for control anymore." You're fighting to kee

Marcus's eyes dart around the war room as he looks at the men at the table. You can tell that things are tense. All of them are here, but they don't seem like friends anymore. His empire, which used to be a stronghold, now looks like it's falling apart because of betrayal after betrayal. Marcus doesn't know who still stands by him, if anyone. Tyrese, Sierra, and even his dad have all messed with him."Marcus, your behaviour has to stop," Malik says in a low but firm voice. He leans in and looks at Marcus. "You're stealing money from your own people." "You're losing the war before it even starts."Marcus's fists are tight, but his face doesn't show any anger; it only shows cold calculation. He agrees with Malik. He can't keep the men he trusts, and with each passing moment, his hold on the empire gets weaker."You think I don't know that?" Marcus answers in a harsh voice. "But if I give up now, everything I've worked for will be gone." You think I can just let that happen?Malik doesn'