Episode 29: Hunting the King

Season 1: Rise of the Villain

Episode 29: Hunting the King

The name Javier Montoya lingered in Damien's mind like the scent of blood. A powerful drug lord from South America, Montoya wasn't just another enemy—he was a man with an army, a fortune, and a reputation for making his enemies disappear.

If Montoya had hired Black Sun Syndicate to come after him, then this wasn't just a contract. This was personal.

Damien had to strike first.

Back at the safe house, Jean pulled up Montoya's profile on a tablet. "Drug empire spans multiple countries. Arms deals, human trafficking, the works. If the Black Sun is working for him, he's not just rich—he's dangerous."

Nikolai leaned in. "Where is he now?"

Jean zoomed in on a satellite image. "He's staying in a private villa in Barcelona. Heavy security. The place is a fortress."

Damien's expression didn't change. No fortress was impenetrable.

Vega smirked. "We going in loud or quiet?"

Damien exhaled. "Quiet." His eyes burned with cold determination. "I want Montoya alive."

That night, the team moved into position. The villa was massive—tall stone walls, security cameras, and guards patrolling every inch.

Damien and Vega slipped in through the back, using the shadows as cover. Nikolai took position on a rooftop across the street, sniper rifle ready.

Jean's voice came through their earpieces. "Three guards at the east wing. Motion sensors near the main entrance."

Damien signaled to Vega. "Take the guards. I'll handle the sensors."

Vega disappeared into the darkness. Moments later, the sound of muffled gunfire confirmed the guards were down.

Damien moved fast, disabling the security system before slipping through a side door.

Inside, the villa was eerily silent.

Then—a voice.

"You shouldn't have come here, Damien."

Javier Montoya stood at the far end of the room, a gold-plated pistol in hand. He was older than Damien remembered—grayer, heavier—but the smugness in his eyes was the same.

Damien took a slow step forward. "You put a hit on me."

Montoya chuckled. "You burned my supply chain. Killed my men. What did you expect?"

Damien's fingers twitched toward his gun. "I expected you to come after me yourself. Instead, you hid behind Black Sun."

Montoya smirked. "Black Sun never fails. And neither do I."

BANG!

A gunshot rang out. Damien dodged just in time, rolling behind a marble pillar as Montoya's bullet shattered glass behind him.

Vega's voice crackled in his ear. "Shots fired. You good?"

Damien's eyes darkened. "I'm finishing this."

He moved fast, weaving through the room as Montoya fired wildly. The drug lord was panicking now.

Damien closed the distance in an instant.

A hard punch to Montoya's gut. A brutal kick to his knee. The gun clattered to the ground.

Montoya gasped, trying to crawl away. "Wait—"

Damien grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

His voice was cold. "Who else is coming for me?"

Montoya's lips trembled. "You… you think this ends with me? There are others. More powerful than me."

Damien's grip tightened. "Names."

Montoya hesitated. Then—

CRACK.

A bullet tore through his skull.

Damien turned sharply, gun raised—

But the shooter was already gone.

The only thing left was a Black Sun insignia on the bullet casing.

Vega stormed in, cursing. "What the hell happened?"

Damien clenched his jaw. "Black Sun just silenced him."

Jean's voice came through. "We need to move. If they're here, we're compromised."

Damien exhaled, his rage simmering.

Montoya was dead. But the real enemy? Black Sun was still in the shadows.

And now, Damien knew—this war was just beginning.

To be continued…