In the labyrinthine realm of Coterie City, where the shadows dance to the clandestine rhythm of the underworld, "Alliance" unveils the lives of three formidable women entrenched in the intricate web of mafia rule. The city, steeped in danger and secrecy, is on the brink of an unprecedented upheaval during its momentous hundredth foundation day.

As the night unfolds, these three women find themselves thrust into a perilous situation, compelling them to navigate a world beyond the familiar boundaries of their own domain. The unexpected encounter with individuals from disparate realms sets the stage for an unforgettable escapade, a journey that threatens to alter the trajectory of their lives in ways they could never anticipate.

Amidst the celebratory fervor, the alliances forged and the choices made during this pivotal night will propel them into a masked turn of events, plunging them deeper into the complex tapestry of Coterie City's enigmatic underworld. "Alliance" beckons the reader to join these powerful women on a gripping odyssey, where alliances will be tested, and destinies will be shaped amidst the echoes of a city that conceals as much as it reveals.

ALLIANCE

Pisces went inside the big private room of the president's official residential home, slumping down on the big couch in front of a mini stage where a stripper was pole dancing in. When the entertainer observed him, she started removing her top slowly, locking eye contact with the man. A server handed him a cold drink. He took it from the server's hand, smirking, not removing eye contact with the woman in front of her. He started sipping on his drink. 


"Pisces! My man!" The Republican president entered the room shortly, which Pisces observed but he remained unbothered by the man's presence. "Benjamin told me you finished the mission three minutes late, but you still did it without being caught, so here's the award money I have promised you." Flynn dropped the envelope that had a stack of cash inside it, on the table just beside the couch where the assassin was sitting on. 


XXVI: Hecate