The city skyline shimmered in the moonlight, but for Ochieng, the beauty of the night held no comfort. The war had begun, and there was no turning back.
Sitting in the back of his bulletproof Maybach, Ochieng stared at the dossier Walter had handed him. Seline. Brian. Their names were printed in bold letters, but what caught his attention was the list of people backing them.
The Makarios Family.
Ochieng's fingers tightened around the edges of the file. The Makarios were one of the most powerful underground families in the world—silent rulers of the financial world, operating in the shadows. If they were supporting Brian and Seline, then this wasn't just about betrayal. This was about power.
Rolex, seated beside him, cracked his knuckles. "You sure you don't want me to take care of them tonight?"
Ochieng shook his head. "Not yet."
Walter, sitting across from him, studied his expression. "You're thinking something," he said. "What is it?"
Ochieng exhaled. "This isn't just a revenge play. This is something bigger. The Makarios don't get involved in petty grudges. If they've chosen to back Brian and Seline, then they see something in them—something worth investing in."
Walter nodded slowly. "Or… they see something in you. And they want it gone."
Ochieng's gaze darkened. He had spent years building himself from the ground up, creating an empire that even the wealthiest families couldn't ignore. But he had underestimated one thing—jealousy breeds enemies.
The car pulled into the underground parking of his high-rise. As the doors unlocked, Walter stepped out first, scanning the area. Rolex followed, his hand hovering over the gun holster beneath his tailored jacket.
Ochieng stepped out last, his mind racing. He had always known power came with a price. But now, he realized…
The bill had just arrived.