Chapter 99: The Final Hunt

A security breach was never a good sign.

Inside the safe house, tension thickened as Claire worked frantically on her laptop. "Mercer just wiped his last known location. He's off the grid."

Ethan swore under his breath. "That means he's not running. He's hunting."

Mercer's Last Stand

Isabella clenched her fists. Mercer was desperate, dangerous, and backed into a corner. That made him more reckless than ever.

"We don't wait for him to strike," she said, voice firm. "We end this. Tonight."

Alexander nodded. "Where do we start?"

Claire pulled up another window. "Before he disappeared, Mercer made one last call—to a private airstrip on the west side of the city. If he's leaving, that's where he'll go."

Damian loaded his gun. "Then we get there first."

The Showdown Begins

The team moved fast, arriving at the airstrip under the cover of night. The place was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—gunfire.

They took cover as Mercer's remaining men opened fire. The last of his empire, fighting a losing war.

Isabella fired back, her focus razor-sharp. This wasn't a battle. This was an execution.

One by one, Mercer's men fell. And then, it was just him.

Cornered

Mercer stood at the edge of the runway, breathing hard. His private jet burned behind him, a casualty of Claire's earlier sabotage. No escape. No power. No empire.

His cold eyes locked onto Isabella. "You think you're better than me?" he spat.

She raised her gun. "No. Just smarter."

For the first time, Mercer looked afraid.

One final shot.

And it was over.

The End of an Era

The team stood in silence as Mercer's body hit the ground. No cheers, no celebration. Just the weight of justice finally served.

Alexander stepped beside Isabella. "It's done."

She exhaled slowly. "Yeah. It is."

The war was over. And they had won.