Andrew called a meeting with the top leaders of the Chappatti Cartel. There were seventeen of them in total, Klaus included, and they all gathered in the large conference room inside the Chappatti mansion. The table was long and made of dark wood, and the men sat around it, some looking curious, others looking bored. Andrew stood at the head of the table, his hands resting on the back of a chair. "I called you here because I have a plan," he said. "Lesner is dead. His cartel is scattered, leaderless, and weak. I want to take over his operations, bring his men under our control, and expand our empire." A murmur went through the room. Some of the men shifted in their seats. Andrew continued. "I've already spoken to my wife, Emilia, about this. She agreed to lead that branch of the operation. She knows the business, she knows the city, and I trust her." One of the leaders, an older man with gray hair and a thick beard, raised his hand. "Boss, with respect, why do we need to expa

Andrew and Emilia arrived home late that night. The mansion was quiet, the only sound was their footsteps on the marble floor. Neither of them spoke during the drive back, and the silence followed them inside.Emilia walked into the bedroom and started taking off her clothes. The blood on her dress had dried, turning a dark brown. She tossed it into a hamper and headed toward the bathroom.Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. He didn't move."Emilia," he called.She stopped and turned around. "What?""Come here for a second. I want to talk about what happened today."Emilia crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. "What about it?"Andrew paused, choosing his words carefully. "I was surprised, that's all. I didn't expect you to... you know, stab that man in the neck. The way you did it, so fast. It shocked me."Emilia's eyes narrowed. "Surprised? What were you surprised about?""I didn't expect that from you," Andrew said. "I've never seen you do anything like tha

The Chappatti library wasn't something Andrew had ever heard about, not until Klaus mentioned it in passing one evening. Klaus had said it was hidden in the north of Boston, not too far from the mansion, but far enough that no one would stumble upon it by accident. Andrew had been curious ever since. He drove out early the next morning, alone, no guards, no convoy. Just him and the road. The village appeared slowly, rising out of the green hills like a place forgotten by time. There were no tall buildings, no busy streets, no signs of the modern city. Just fields of crops stretching in every direction, and people working the land—men, women, even children, all of them moving between rows of vegetables and grain. The air smelled of soil and fresh leaves. Andrew drove slowly, not wanting to disturb the peace. Villagers looked up as his car passed, some waving, others just watching with curious eyes. He waved back, smiled, and kept going. At the center of the village, standing alo

That night none of them rested. Raj and his hackers were in the red room working throughout to find valuable informations before the next morning and the chappatti officials never left them. They were serious about Andrew getting justice for his father. Not just because he was their leader but also because Mr. Chappatti was also their leader and they demanded justice for him. The red room was alive with the sound of keyboards clicking and voices murmuring, everyone focused on one goal—finding Scar.Andrew on the other hand wasn't present all through with them at the red room but he didn't drive home straight. He had driven far to his parents grave. His mom and dad were buried beside each other in a small cemetery on the outskirts of the city, a quiet place surrounded by old trees and tall grass. No one came here anymore except the wind and the birds.On his hand was a flower. A single red rose, the kind his mother used to love when she was alive. He had long avoided this place since h

David sat on the edge of his bed in the small hostel room, staring at the photographs spread out before him. Three faces. Two boys, one girl. Scar's children. His mission.The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the distant sound of students laughing somewhere outside. His roommate hadn't returned yet, which was good. David needed this time alone to think.He picked up the first photo. Miller. The eldest son. Business student, third year. Tall, broad-shouldered, confident. The kind of guy who probably had friends everywhere and never struggled to fit in. The kind of guy who had women flocking around him like moths to a flame.The second photo. Mikel. The younger son. Also business, also third year. Softer features, quieter eyes. He looked like the type who followed his older brother around, letting him lead.The third photo. Catherine. The only daughter. Law student, second year. Beautiful, with her father's sharp jawline but her mother's gentle eyes. She wa