The Pitbull's Game

The funeral had come and gone. The aftermath of Auto Dane's death was still rippling through the underworld, leaving chaos in its wake. Sarah had just completed the first phase of her plan—eliminating the drug lord **Danilo Fernandez**—but another shadow loomed large over her. It wasn't just the endless list of enemies that she had to deal with; it was the threat of a group that had just proven their deadly reach.

The **Netanyahu Organization** had launched a terrorist attack during the funeral, a brutal and unexpected act that had shaken the very foundation of Sarah's world. The attack had been swift, calculated, and devastating. Bombs had gone off across the estate, and armed gunmen had moved in on all fronts, causing utter chaos. Sarah had watched the scene unfold, not panicking, not even flinching, as she had handled the situation with unmatched precision. But once the dust had settled, the investigation had begun. And the truth was darker than anyone had anticipated.

The **Netanyahu Organization** was founded by the now-deceased **Philip Carter**, a notorious criminal mastermind with a reputation for ruthless tactics. However, with Philip's death came a shift in power. His son, **Julius Biden Carter**, had taken over the organization. But Julius was no ordinary successor. He had earned the nickname **Carter Pitbull**, and for good reason. He was known for being ruthless, violent, and calculating, a man who showed no mercy to anyone, not even his own people when they stepped out of line.

But there was one thing about Julius that made him particularly dangerous—his true identity was a closely guarded secret. No one knew who he was behind the mask of the "Pitbull," and his ability to operate in the shadows only added to his legend. Even the most seasoned agents, mafia dons, and criminals feared his unpredictable nature. His hands were stained with blood, and he had a reputation for eliminating anyone who posed a threat to his plans.

The authorities, though aware of the organization's operations, had never been able to catch Julius. His network was as elusive as it was vast, and the terrorist attack on the Lim estate only confirmed that the Netanyahu Organization was closer than anyone had realized.

Sarah had been briefed on the attack's aftermath, and she listened attentively, her expression cold. Her great-grandfather's death had set this entire chain of events into motion, but Sarah knew that the Netanyahu Organization would not get away with this. She wouldn't allow it. They had tried to tear apart the foundation of her family, and now, it was time for payback.

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**The Arrival of Julius Carter**

A few days after the terrorist attack, an unexpected guest arrived at the **Lim Mansion**. Julius Carter, the so-called "Pitbull," had come to pay his respects to Auto Dane's death, or so he claimed. His visit was calculated—he didn't care about condolences or the passing of a mafia kingpin. No, Julius was playing a game, and this was all part of his plan.

Sarah had already heard about the visit, and she wasn't surprised. The Netanyahu Organization had made their move, and now it seemed like they were trying to establish some form of connection with the Lim family. It was typical of men like Julius: always looking for opportunities to manipulate, to gain influence, to strike at the weakest moment. Sarah couldn't help but feel the sinister undertones of his visit.

She entered the mansion's grand foyer just as **Julius Carter** stepped through the door. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a look that could freeze the blood in anyone's veins. He wore a sharp black suit, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses that gave him an air of mystery and danger. Even with the obvious display of grief and respect on his face, Sarah knew that this man wasn't here out of sympathy—he was here to play the long game.

Wyatt, her father, was standing at the entrance, welcoming the guests. He hadn't even noticed the chilling presence of Julius. He was too distracted by the so-called condolences and his own chaotic thoughts. Sarah couldn't help but scoff inwardly as she observed her father. If only he knew who he was dealing with.

Julius's gaze shifted, and for a moment, his eyes locked onto Sarah. A knowing smile tugged at his lips. There was something about her that drew him in, something in her cold demeanor and controlled strength. Unlike everyone else in the room, Sarah wasn't pretending to mourn. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Julius knew it.

As Julius approached Sarah, Wyatt, oblivious to the tension in the air, offered a stiff handshake. "Julius, I appreciate your coming. It means a lot to us," he said, his voice shaky, still rattled by the loss of Auto Dane.

Julius didn't respond immediately. His gaze shifted back to Sarah, studying her for a moment longer than necessary. It was as if he could sense the storm brewing inside her.

"Condolences, Miss Lim," Julius said smoothly, his voice low and even. He made no effort to hide the smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "It must be... difficult to lose a man like Auto Dane. But you must know—he made a lot of enemies."

Sarah's eyes narrowed, but she remained calm, her posture straight and unyielding. "I'm not here to mourn," she replied coolly, her voice a mixture of ice and fire. "And I'm sure you didn't come here to offer condolences either. You've got your own agenda."

The smile on Julius's face grew wider, and for a split second, there was a glimmer of something dangerous in his eyes. "A smart woman," he remarked, his tone almost admiring. "I like that. You're right, of course. I'm not here to offer condolences. I'm here because I have an interest in your family, Miss Lim. You and I... we can help each other. There's no need for us to be enemies."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, her gaze never leaving his. She knew exactly who Julius Carter was, and she knew better than to trust a man like him. But she also knew that he wasn't stupid. He was testing her, trying to gauge her reactions. And she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing any vulnerability.

"I'm not interested in alliances with men like you," Sarah said sharply, her voice unwavering. "So save your words, Julius. I've seen what your organization can do. And I don't need your help. Not now, not ever."

Julius chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the exchange. "You're a woman of conviction," he said, taking a step closer. "But everyone has a price, Miss Lim. Even you."

"I'm not for sale," Sarah replied coldly. "And if you're here to try and negotiate, you've come to the wrong place. I don't make deals with people like you."

Julius's expression remained unchanged, though his eyes gleamed with something darker. "We'll see," he said, his smile turning into a grin. "We'll see."

As Julius turned to leave, his eyes lingered on Sarah for a moment longer. The unspoken tension between them was palpable, a quiet challenge that neither was willing to back down from. But Sarah knew one thing for certain—she would never trust this man. And no matter how much he played at being her ally, Julius Carter would soon learn just how dangerous she could be.