2025-06-05 06:19:08Jake rushed into the private elevator with his quick slice cap, he'd be meeting the syndicate inner circle and some are loyal to his dad, he opened the door of the boardroom meeting, Vivian cross stood by the door; You're late Jake, you kept us waiting.
Inside the boardroom was a long silver board table sitting under two dim lights, where three women and two men sat, Jake rushed to the table where they sat, and Vivian followed behind him behind and introduced him “He is Jake Sullivan, the syndicate heir.
We asked for the Sullivan son not a delivery boy, pizza boy run three trillion dollars?” marcus one of Jake's dad ally said as he read the cap.
“This must be some kind of joke, Vivian, the Sullivan son and syndicate heir in a worn out quick slice uniform? Laughable, staring at Jake and doubting his worth” Cassandra a lady who looked in her 40’s said.
I'm Lila Chen, a tech expertshe said and adjusts her glasses, saying nothing else but scanning Jake like a computer. Her short introduction felt like a trap.
I'm Victor Ruiz a burly logistics boss, “Holt’s already circling our ports. You better not screw this.” He’s pragmatic, not hostile.
I'm Talia Morse, a PR fixer smirks, “You’re a walking headline, Sullivan, you got the Sullivan face, but you got his guts?
Jake lowered his head in shame and took of his cap, with this he already knew the ones who smelled blood, “Laugh all you want. I’m here to stay, I’m the Syndicate heir and I just got to know that, he turned to Vivian I thought you had already promoted them about everything that happened.
“Yes I did that already but they didn't expect you to show up dressing like this with this uniform and Cap, I expected you to have resigned already what are you still doing” as she turned to the board members “Well enough of the insults, the Carter's owe our syndicate a loan and haven’t been able to pay back as they have been in a financial crisis as the board knows, their law firm has been running illegal cases and bribery and they got away with it, luckily for us and our board we've an insider there” the light dimmed to Jake.
“Me, insider?, no I'm not, Amanda already sent me divorce papers, and said I'm not a family member, she says I worth nothing and Ethan’s worth ten of me, she's been buzzing me with texts to sign the divorce papers already and her signature is in it already.
“You got married to Amanda looking like this?” Marcus who was one of Amanda's secret admirer. “Like I said we're not married anymore, I'm about to sign the papers when I get a lawyer from my syndicate”.
“You can't sign that divorce papers at least not now, and i didn't know anything about your divorce, now Holt is a threat, he killed your father and he knows about you already somehow, Vivian said as she slaps a tablet on the table, showing a port manifest—ship names, cargo codes, schedules, he smuggles drugs by ships so you need to get him you've got the Chicago army behind you, you need him before you can deal with the Carter's so you don't get killed dealing with Amanda and her family”.
“I'm going to return to the Carter family, this time as a live in son in law, I'm assigning Lila and Victor to track Holt’s drug shipments, and keep me at bay” Jake said and left the boardroom, got into his Honda to the Carter mansion.
“I’ll return to the Carter mansion to secretly gather evidence of their law firm’s corruption bribery, illegal cases, ties to Ethan Brooks, and to get my syndicate loan payback from the Carter & Associates and seize their assets for the Syndicate of they can't pay, but I must have them kneel while at it” Jake mummured to himself while driving
Jake parked his beat-up Honda at the Carter’s fancy Gold Coast mansion, staring at the unsigned divorce mail, he honked, but the gate stayed shut. He stepped out, his old sneakers hit the pavement as he walked through the iron bars. He banged the gate. “Open it. I’m Jake Sullivan, Amanda’s husband.”
The gate creaked, and Carl, the wiry gateman, stepped out, glaring. “You’re not welcome, sir. Miss Amanda’s orders. I ain’t losing my job.” His words cut, but Jake hid his anger, remembering his plan to act humble, live here, and expose the Carters’ dirty law firm secrets. “I’m still family, Carl,” he said, voice soft. Carl snorted, “You’re pathetic, chasing her. She’s with Ethan Brooks now.” Jake kept his face calm, hiding the Syndicate card in his pocket.
“Just call her,” he said. Carl grabbed his walkie-talkie, muttering, “Fool.” Jakedidn't react his ego about to kick in but he maintained his cool, ready to play the pitiful son-in-law to win.
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"Jake." Elena’s voice broke through his thoughts.He turned to find her standing behind him, her arms crossed, her face drawn. She didn’t need to speak. Her eyes said it all. Things were getting worse.“We need to make a decision,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.Jake nodded, taking a deep breath. "We don’t have a choice."They were sitting at the factory’s makeshift table again, the map spread out before them, now dotted with more pins marking areas of unrest. The attack on Zone Fifteen had shaken people, but what was more concerning was the ripple effect it had created. Some zones were considering siding with the Council, or worse, staying neutral in the hope of avoiding conflict.Elise stood by the map, her fingers trailing along the borders of the affected zones. “We can’t ignore this,” she said, her voice tight. “They’re getting stronger. If we don’t respond—really respond—they’ll continue to spread. This is no longer just about avoiding conflict. It’s about survival.”“Survi
Chapter Ninety Two
Jake was familiar with that feeling now, the creeping sense that no matter how much they fought to build something new, the old structures were always waiting to take back what they had lost. He didn’t want to think about it too much. The more he focused on it, the more it seemed like the city would drag them all under. But it was hard to ignore when you could almost feel the weight of it pressing in from every side.The Assembly had grown. More zones were sending representatives now, some tentative, others eager. The progress was slow, but the idea had taken root. That was the key. If enough people believed it, they could make it work. But that was the thing, belief. It was fragile, and every challenge they faced, every new threat from Amanda or the Council, felt like it could shatter the fragile web they had spun.Jake was in the factory again, this time standing in front of a large, makeshift map of the city, surrounded by a handful of the core Assembly members. Reeva, Mara, and E
Chapter Ninety One
Jake stood alone at the edge of the city’s crumbling industrial district. The Assembly was a step forward, but it was still fragile. It could fall apart any day. He wasn’t naive enough to think they had it all figured out.His boots echoed on the cracked pavement as he made his way to the old factory. It had been repurposed into a makeshift meeting space for the outer zones, a place where people could gather safely without the watchful eyes of Amanda’s enforcers. Jake had arranged to meet with Mara, Reeva, and Elena there to go over the next steps. They needed to keep momentum. They needed to keep moving.But he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were missing something. That there was a bigger question they hadn’t even begun to ask.The factory was dark when Jake arrived, the steel doors hanging open just enough for him to slip inside. The space smelled of oil and rust, a sharp contrast to the air outside. Inside, Mara was waiting, her back against a beam, tapping a message into a
Chapter Ninety
The Assembly’s second meeting was different. It wasn’t just people showing up anymore. There were voices. Arguments. Ideas. Tensions. For the first time, Jake saw what it meant for the city to build its future. It was both thrilling and terrifying — a vast, collective uncertainty that could either make or break them.The room was packed this time. More seats had been added to accommodate the increasing number of representatives from other zones. The walls were cracked, the floor uneven, but the air inside hummed with energy. People weren’t here just to watch. They were here to decide.Jake stood at the front, leaning on the chipped table, his eyes scanning the room. Reeva, Elena, and Mara sat near the back, observing as usual. There were no leaders here, not in the traditional sense. They were all just voices — some louder than others, but all with a place at the table.The first speaker was from Zone Sixteen, a woman named Ava who’d been running an underground network of trade and re
Chapter Eighty Nine
Jake stood at the center of the square, his hands in his pockets. A handful of people, mostly from the zones that hadn’t signed with Amanda or the Council, trickled in. They didn’t speak. They didn’t wave banners or shout slogans. They just… waited.Elena was pacing behind him, her eyes darting to the gathering, then back to him. “This isn’t what you expected.”Jake didn’t answer at first. He’d expected chaos, people scrambling to take a side. That’s what he’d been ready for. What he had prepared for. What he hadn’t expected was this kind of stillness. It was too calm, like they were waiting for something.Maybe that was the problem.“I thought they’d come running,” Jake said, more to himself than to Elena. “Thought they’d demand a change. A new flag, a new voice, something loud.”“They will. They’re just... thinking.”Reeva stepped up beside them, arms crossed, looking out at the crowd. “It’s not just thinking. It’s uncertainty.”“Uncertainty is what we’re selling,” Jake muttered.A
Chapter Eighty Nine
The council room was quiet, but not still. Reeva sat at the corner table sorting messages while Mara paced with her arms crossed.Jake stood by the window, watching the lights in Zone Fourteen flicker in the distance. They weren’t losing ground to gunfire or barricades. They were losing it to silence. Districts weren’t defecting loudly — they were just disappearing. Some stopped responding to relay messages. Others canceled council observers. One by one, they slipped into Amanda’s system without a fight.“We can’t just keep making speeches,” Reeva said, not looking up. “We need something physical. Something real.” Jake didn’t reply. She’d said that before, and she wasn’t wrong. But something about hearing it again, here, made it feel heavier. Like the rebellion had failed. Like all they had left was to mimic what they’d once resisted.Mara stopped pacing and spoke. “They’re not choosing Amanda because she’s better. They’re choosing her because she exists. She’s got food routes, a work
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