Enzo walked back and forth in his war room, staring at the map on the table. The city, which used to be his, now felt like a fragile shell that was breaking at the edges. His empire, which had once been unstoppable, had fallen apart. Now that Luca Moretti was back, it looked like Havencroft was going to have to fight again.Someone knocked on the door and broke his train of thought."Come in," Enzo said in a low, rough voice.The door creaked open, and Serena came in. She was as commanding as ever, but today she seemed tense. She stood still, as if she was waiting for someone to tell her it was okay to talk."What is it?" Enzo asked, turning to look at her."I've heard the rumors," she said slowly, her eyes flashing with worry. “Luca Moretti isn't just back to get his share of the city; he's already starting to work against us.”Enzo's eyes got darker. "I know. I’ve been watching him. Bianca, Carmela, and now Luca... everything is falling apart.Serena hesitated, but they both knew wh

Enzo stood still at the edge of the city, looking at what was left of Havencroft. He had thought about and done everything in the city, but now it was in ruins. The streets were full of blackened buildings and scattered debris, and the smell of smoke was still in the air. The wind carried whispers of death and broken dreams.He should have felt like a winner. The city was his, after all. But what was winning when everything that mattered was gone? The flames of war had long since died down, but the scars were still there, deep in the city's foundation and in his soul. He had won, but what did it cost?His hands, once the tools of ambition and power, now shook because of the weight of his choices. The streets he had once ruled were now empty and lonely. The people he had fought for or against were no longer there. And Serena, the one person he trusted the most, had let him down. She was gone, lost in the game that he had once been very good at."Is this it?" Enzo said something under h

Enzo stood by the window of his penthouse and looked out at the city, which looked like a canvas of destruction and hope. The sun was going down, and it made a long shadow over the empire he had built that was falling apart. He felt the weight of his choices on his shoulders, and even though he was far away, he could feel the weight of the future getting heavier by the second."Enzo," Serena's voice broke through his thoughts. It was soft but steady, with an edge he hadn't heard before. She walked up to him, unsure but determined. "We have to talk."Enzo turned to look at her. His eyes were tired and full of doubt. He said, "I know." "I know we do." His voice was rough from the days of chaos and hard choices that didn't have easy answers.Serena moved closer, and the tension between them was clear. The air between them was thick with everything that hadn't been said. "You're thinking about it, aren't you? What comes next?Enzo didn't answer right away. He looked at her for a long time

A tight ring of steel and sweat kept guns aimed at Enzo. The ticking of Bianca's device broke the silence. It was like a sharp little metronome counting down to disaster.Tristan said, "Drop it, Enzo," in a voice that sounded almost casual. "Make this simple." You were never meant to be the last person standing.Enzo's grip on his gun got looser and then tighter again. "Funny." I could say the same thing about you.Tristan smiled. "I know I'm not important, though." You really thought you were important.Enzo turned to Serena. "Are you going to shoot me, or are you just going to stand there and watch?"Her throat moved as she ate. "I'm trying to keep you from dying in the dumbest way possible."He said, "Oh, that ship sailed a long time ago." "Just keep moving the lighthouse."Bianca let out a loud sigh. "Stop flirting. I need to erase a city.She reached for the main switch.Enzo said, "If you touch that, you'll die first."Someone on Tristan's team laughed. "Ghost, there are twenty

Enzo stood in the middle of the crumbling ruins of Havencroft, staring at the smoke that was rising and blocking out the sky. He felt the weight of the city's destruction on his shoulders, but he didn't have time to grieve. He had to make a decision. It was time for the last move.Serena stood in front of him with her gun aimed at him. Her eyes were cold and hard to read. There was a lot of tension in the air between them. "Do it," Enzo said quietly. "Stop it."She didn't shoot, even though her fingers moved. "You always think it's that easy, don't you?""I made my choice," he said, his voice getting stronger. "Do you really think this is where I stop?""Why haven't you stopped?" she asked, moving closer. "Why are you still here, Enzo?" After all this fighting and bloodshed, what is there left to fight for?He didn't answer right away. He didn't get the words the way he wanted them. His mind raced through the past, through every choice that had led him to this broken city, the ruins o