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Season 1: Rise of the Villain

Damien Cross, born into a world of crime and violence, loses his mother in a police raid while his ruthless father abandons him. Left to survive on the unforgiving streets of Blackhaven, Damien is taken in by Salazar, a crime boss who molds him into a deadly enforcer. As he rises through the ranks of the underworld, his thirst for power and vengeance transforms him into a feared villain. However, amidst the bloodshed, he falls in love with Evelyn, a woman who sees the humanity buried within him. Just when he chooses love over his dark path, his past returns to haunt him—Evelyn is murdered by his old enemies. With nothing left but rage, Damien prepares to unleash hell

Rise of the Villian - Season 1

Season 1: Rise of the Villain

Episode 27: The Hunt Begins

The safe house in Spain was silent except for the distant chirping of crickets. The attack on the road had shaken them all, but none more than Damien.

He stood by the window, staring into the darkness, his mind a storm of rage. They came for Elena. They had followed them, planned it, waited for the right moment to strike.

That meant one thing. There was a traitor.

Jean walked in, setting a laptop on the table. "I ran a search on the men who attacked us. No fingerprints, no IDs. But their weapons? High-end military-grade."

Vega leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Whoever sent them has deep connections."

Damien's jaw clenched. "Salazar's allies?"

Jean shook his head. "Possible, but unlikely. Salazar was powerful, but after his death, his empire is in chaos. No one's organized enough to pull this off."

Nikolai sighed. "So we have enemies we can't see. Great."

Damien exhaled slowly. No. They weren't invisible. Someone knew something.

He called in an old favor. A contact from his past life—Lucio Renaud, a French weapons dealer with a habit of knowing things he shouldn't.

Lucio agreed to meet in a private club in Madrid, a place where criminals and politicians drank side by side.

Damien entered alone, his every step controlled, calculated.

Lucio was already waiting, sipping an expensive glass of wine. "Damien. You look… different."

Damien sat across from him. "I don't have time for games."

Damien leaned in. "Someone found me. They sent armed professionals after my family. I need a name."

Lucio swirled his wine, considering. "Information isn't cheap."

Damien's patience was razor-thin. He wasn't here to negotiate.

In a flash, he grabbed Lucio's wrist, twisting it sharply. The wine glass shattered against the table.

Lucio winced, but his smirk didn't fade. "Ah, there's the man I remember."

Damien tightened his grip. "Name. Now."

Lucio sighed. "Alright, alright. Word on the street is someone put a contract out on you. Not just anyone—The Black Sun Syndicate."

Damien's blood ran cold. He had dealt with them years ago. Mercenaries. Assassins. A network that only took the most personal jobs.

This wasn't just about money. This was about revenge.

Lucio leaned closer. "And Damien? If they're after you… you're already dead."

Damien released his grip, standing. "We'll see."

But as he turned to leave, Lucio called out.

"Be careful, my friend. The Black Sun doesn't leave unfinished business."

Because he knew one thing for certain.

To be continued...