The city never slept, and neither did the war for control. By the time the sun fully rose, Isabella and her team were already moving.
They gathered at a private safe house—a sleek penthouse overlooking the skyline, far removed from the chaos of the streets. The air inside was tense, the weight of their next steps pressing down on all of them.
Carver was gone. But just as they had predicted, someone else was already making their move.
The Next Threat
Damian spread a stack of files across the glass coffee table. "Meet Adrian Mercer. Wealthy. Connected. Ruthless."
Isabella studied the documents, her jaw tightening. Mercer wasn't just some criminal filling a power vacuum. He was calculated. Smart. A strategist.
Ethan let out a low whistle. "Guy's got half the city in his pocket already. Politicians, law enforcement, underground networks. If he steps in, we might be looking at someone even worse than Carver."
Alexander leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "So, we stop him before he gains momentum."
Isabella's eyes flickered up to meet his. That was the difference this time.
They weren't waiting for Mercer to become untouchable.
They were cutting him off before he even had the chance.
Lines in the Sand
Claire tapped her nails against the table, deep in thought. "Mercer's biggest strength is his public image. He's not some underground kingpin—he's a businessman. A philanthropist."
"Which means," Isabella said slowly, "we don't just take him down—we expose him."
Damian grinned. "Now that, I like."
Alexander pushed off the wall, stepping closer. "It won't be easy. He has people everywhere. If we move too fast, we tip him off."
Ethan smirked. "Good thing we're not in the habit of playing fair."
Isabella picked up Mercer's file, flipping through the pages. Every powerful man had a weakness. Now, they just had to find his.
No Turning Back
She turned to the team, her voice steady. "This isn't just another takedown. We're not just burning another empire to the ground. We're reshaping the city."
Alexander's gaze locked onto hers. This wasn't just revenge anymore.
It was a revolution.
Isabella exhaled, pushing the file away. "So let's get started."
The war wasn't over.
It was just beginning.