Chapter 86: A Step Into the Unknown

The air was thick with unspoken tension as Isabella and the team stood around the table in the safe house. A map was spread before them, marked with red circles and notes scribbled in the margins. The remnants of Langston's empire.

Without a leader, his network was fracturing dangerous men vying for control, alliances shifting, chaos brewing in the shadows.

Damian placed a hand on the table. "We don't have much time. If the wrong people take control, we'll be dealing with another Langston in a matter of weeks."

Claire nodded. "We need to be strategic. Find the players who want power and decide which ones we can work with and which ones need to be taken out."

Isabella traced a finger over the map, her mind calculating the risks. This wasn't like before. This wasn't about revenge.

This was about control. Balance. Stopping another war before it started.

Alexander leaned beside her, voice low. "If we do this, we do it smart. No unnecessary bloodshed."

She met his gaze. She wasn't the same person she had been when this all started.

"I know," she said softly.

For a moment, it was just the two of them. The world outside could have been burning, but here, in this moment, he was her anchor.

And she wasn't ready to lose that.

Ethan broke the silence. "Alright, so what's the move? Who do we go after first?"

Damian tapped a name on the map. Vincent Carver. A former ally of Langston's, now trying to claim his empire. Ruthless, unpredictable, and too dangerous to let walk free.

"He's making a play for Langston's remaining assets," Damian explained. "If we don't stop him, he'll have enough firepower to start a war."

Isabella straightened. It was time to act.

She glanced at Alexander, then at the rest of the team. This was it. The beginning of something new.

"We move at dawn," she said.

No Turning Back

As the others began preparing, Isabella stepped out onto the balcony, inhaling the cool night air.

Alexander followed her, leaning against the railing. "Are you ready for this?"

She turned to him, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

"I don't think I've ever been ready for anything in my life," she admitted. "But I know one thing I'm not doing this alone."

Alexander smirked. "Damn right you're not."

A new war was brewing, but this time, Isabella wasn't just fighting to survive.

She was fighting for a future.

And this time, she had something to lose.