The war was over. Mercer was gone. But victory didn't come with celebration just a quiet, heavy relief.
The airstrip was eerily silent as Isabella stood over Mercer's body. The man who had controlled the city for years **untouchable, feared, powerful **was now nothing more than a lifeless corpse.
Ethan nudged his boot against Mercer's shoulder. "All that power, all that money… and for what?"
Claire exhaled. "To end up in the dirt like everyone else."
Damian holstered his gun. "Cops will be here soon. We should go."
Isabella didn't move. Not yet.
Alexander stepped beside her, his voice low. "It's over, Isabella."
She turned to him, meeting his gaze. "Is it?"
Because after years of fighting of **rivalry, revenge, and survival **what came next?
They left the airstrip before the authorities arrived, slipping into the city one last time.
The headlines hit fast.
"Adrian Mercer Found Dead Suspected Criminal Empire in Ruins."
"Anonymous Leaks Expose High-Level Corruption Investigations Underway."
Isabella watched the news from a distance, feeling… empty.
She had spent so long chasing revenge that she wasn't sure what to do without it.
A New Beginning
Days later, Alexander found her on a rooftop overlooking the city. The skyline stretched before them, free of Mercer's shadow.
He leaned against the railing. "So. What now?"
She let the question settle before answering.
"We start over."
He raised an eyebrow. "And by 'we'…?"
She turned to him, a small smirk playing on her lips. "That depends. Are you done chasing the fight?"
He studied her, then shook his head. "Not if you aren't."
For the first time in a long time, Isabella felt something other than vengeance.
She felt free.
And for the first time… she wasn't alone.