Chapter 49: Fight Between Ethan and Lucas

 The man who had haunted Ethan's past. The man who would stop at nothing to control the Syndicate—and the man who would destroy anyone who stood in his way.

For a moment, there was only silence. Ethan stepped forward, his voice low but steady.

"Lucas."

The man turned slowly, a smirk curling on his lips as his eyes locked onto Ethan's. His gaze flickered to Mia, lingering for a moment before returning to Ethan.

"Ethan," Lucas said, his voice smooth, almost mocking. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

Mia's stomach twisted. There was something cold, something calculating about Lucas. He wasn't just any enemy. He was a ghost from Ethan's past—one who had clearly been planning for this day.

"Where's the box?" Lucas asked, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer. "I know you have it. You've always been a fool, Ethan. But this—this is a whole new level of stupidity."

Ethan didn't flinch. His eyes were hard, determined. "You've been after it for too long, Lucas. But I'm not giving it to you. Not now, not ever."

Lucas chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill down Mia's spine. "You think you can stop me? You're out of your depth, Ethan. You and your little friend."

Mia's hands clenched into fists at her sides, but she stayed silent. This wasn't the time to react—this was Ethan's fight. But as the tension in the room thickened, she realized one thing.

Lucas wasn't just after the box. He was after control. Control of everything.

Ethan took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Lucas. "It's over, Lucas. I'm taking the Syndicate down, and I'm starting with you."

The smirk faded from Lucas's face. "You think you can do this on your own? You think you can take me down? I'll bury you, just like I buried everything else you've ever cared about."

Mia felt her breath catch in her throat. The air in the room grew heavier, and the intensity of Lucas's words felt like a threat that hung in the air, ready to suffocate them.

"Not this time," Ethan said firmly. "This time, it's different. You're not going to win. Not when we have the upper hand."

Lucas's eyes flickered toward the black box in Mia's hand, and a dark smile curled his lips. "You really think that box gives you power?" he asked. "You're naive, Ethan. That box will bring you nothing but destruction."

Ethan's voice was low, almost deadly. "We're done talking."

Before Mia could react, Ethan lunged forward, his movements lightning fast. Lucas was ready, though—he had been waiting for this moment, and as their bodies collided, a fight broke out between the two men.

The sound of punches landing, of metal scraping against the floor, filled the room.

Mia stood frozen, watching as the two men fought. This was it—the final showdown. The fight for the box, for the Syndicate, for their lives.

And there was no turning back.

Mia stood at the edge of the battlefield, her heart pounding, her eyes locked on the chaos unfolding before her. The fight between Ethan and Lucas was everything she had feared—violent, brutal, and deadly. But it was also their only chance. Their only chance to end this once and for all.