WATCH OUT 2

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The Head of Helena Marek

Elias stared at the severed head of Helena Marek on his kitchen table, the candlelight casting eerie shadows over her lifeless face. Her eyes, frozen in shock, seemed to look right through him. A note was stuffed into her mouth, crumpled yet legible:

"WATCH OUT, Elias."

His breath came slow and controlled, but inside, his mind was a storm. Who had done this? Who had sent this message?

If this was a warning, it was a brutal one. If it was an invitation, it was from someone who clearly had the power to reach him, even in his own home.

Was it an enemy of Dominic Graves? Was it someone who knew about his doubts? Or was it a test from Graves himself?

The questions tangled in his mind, each one more unsettling than the last.

One thing was certain—whoever did this was bold enough to kill Helena Marek, the ruthless right hand of Dominic Graves, and deliver her head to Elias. That alone spoke volumes about their capabilities.

Was this a threat or an opportunity? And more importantly—who was next?

The Vescari Syndicate's Meeting

At the heart of the Vescari Syndicate's estate, Adrian Vescari sat at the head of a long mahogany table, his fingers drumming rhythmically against its polished surface. Around him sat his most trusted men: Luca "The Hammer" Bellini, Alex "The Hunter" Zobkov, and Silvio DeRossi. The tension in the room was suffocating.

Luca leaned forward. "We have to assume the man who killed Anton Sorelli is the same one who sent the envelope. Someone is toying with us."

Alex smirked, shaking his head. "Or maybe there are two people. Either way, we let one man make a fool of our entire syndicate. That can't stand."

Silvio tapped his glass against the table, his voice smooth but cold. "The problem is, we don't know who he is, and if he's alone. A single man killing Anton, sneaking into our territory, and sending a message like that? Either he's a ghost, or he's got resources we haven't seen yet."

Vescari exhaled slowly, his dark eyes unreadable. "Sheriff Thomas Grayson has been tightening the noose around us since he arrived. I had Liana get me out, but that was just a warning shot. The man thinks he can tame Volscara."

Luca scoffed. "Want me to pay him a visit?"

Vescari shook his head. "Not yet. We handle this like businessmen. Once we find the killer, we send a message so loud that no one will dare cross us again. Then, we deal with the sheriff."

The men nodded. The hunt had begun.

Marco Silvester's Warning

Elias sat on the hood of his car, parked near the docks, when Marco Silvester approached. The older man's sharp blue eyes studied him carefully before lighting a cigarette.

"You're not safe, Elias," Marco said, exhaling smoke. "You think you're one of them now, but you're just a pawn to Graves."

Elias sighed, rubbing his temples. "What do you want, Marco?"

Marco smirked. "I want you to live."

Elias stood up, his gaze hard. "I don't need your help. Leave me alone."

Marco took a step closer, his voice quieter now. "Graves will kill you the second you become a problem. Just like he killed your father."

Elias' fists clenched. "You're lying."

Marco shook his head. "You think Dominic told you the whole truth? He might've trusted your father, but trust doesn't mean loyalty. Dominic Graves only cares about Dominic Graves. And when Peter Carver became a liability, he had him removed."

Elias felt something tighten in his chest, but he shoved it down.

"Get out of my sight," he muttered.

Marco sighed. "One day, you'll see the truth. I just hope you're still alive when you do."

And with that, he walked away, disappearing into the night.

Elias' First Mission

Dominic Graves sat behind his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey as Elias stood before him. The older man's expression was unreadable, but his eyes held something almost paternal.

"You did good, Elias," Graves said, setting the glass down. "You've adapted well."

Elias didn't respond. He was still thinking about Helena Marek's head, about Marco's words, about everything spiraling around him.

Graves smiled. "I have your first mission with the syndicate. You'll know the details soon, but let me make one thing clear—this isn't a game. You follow orders, you don't ask questions, and you don't hesitate."

Elias nodded slowly. "Understood."

Graves leaned forward. "Good. Because if you ever betray me, Elias, I won't hesitate either."

The weight of those words settled over Elias like a noose.

The Box at the Casino

The casino was alive with the sound of slot machines and the clinking of glasses when the box arrived.

It was dropped off at the VIP entrance, a large black crate with no markings except a single bloodstained note attached to the top.

A guard hesitated before opening it, then immediately recoiled.

Inside, Helena Marek's mutilated body lay in a contorted heap, her neck jagged where the head had been removed. Her arms had been folded neatly over her chest, as if she were in a coffin.

But it was the message inside that sent the real shiver down Dominic Graves' spine.

"WATCH OUT."

Graves stood over the box, his jaw tightening as he read the words.

Someone was playing a dangerous game.

And now, it was his turn to respond.

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