Reversal Of Fate: From A Pawn To A Mafia Billionaire

The Last Thread

The mill was a tomb of whispers, its walls crumbling, its air choked with ash and the coppery reek of blood. The seven survivors huddled in the upper room, their faces gaunt in the dawn’s gray light. Jason stood by the console, its scorched wires silent now, a dead relic of their failed pulse. Callen slumped beside it, his breath shallow, his wound a dark stain spreading across his chest. His offer—a final signal, at the cost of his life—hung in the air like a blade.

Jason’s hands trembled, his knife heavy, its blade crusted with silver and red. The haze pulsed at the horizon, its silver tide slower but sharper, as if savoring their desperation. It had taken their silencefire, their signals, their trust, and turned them into weapons. Every choice he’d made—cutting the net, forging the concord, betting on the pulse—had led them here, to a breaking point where trust was all they had left. And now Callen offered to burn it away.

Yara stood at the window, her blade sheathed but ready, her