warehouse burned down

Quincy and Harper arrived at the warehouse, their car screeching to a halt. The area was quiet but thick with tension. Paige, already on alert, quickly signaled their guards, who moved in with silent precision, guns drawn. Within seconds, they surrounded the perimeter.

Quincy stepped out, his coat flaring behind him like a commander ready for war. Harper followed, her face grim and unreadable.

The doors were kicked open and Quincy's men flooded in, outnumbering the scattered thugs lounging inside. But Logan's men didn't flinch—instead, they raised their weapons, meeting them in a tense, drawn-out standoff.

"Your men are fearless, Logan," Quincy said, voice cool but loaded with warning.

Logan stepped out from the shadows, his posture relaxed but eyes sharp like a knife.

"Quincy? Why the hell are you here?" he sneered.

"I heard you were gonna start some rebellious stuff in here. I had to come ahead before you went astray." Quincy's smile was sharp, a clear challenge.

"Whatever I do here is none of your business, Quincy!"

Harper's gaze flickered toward a hallway. Her heart dropped at a faint sound—a muffled whimper. Without a word, she broke from Quincy's side and sprinted down the corridor.

She slammed open a door and froze.

"Stop it! Fucking stop what you're doing!" she screamed, her voice filled with raw rage.

A guard, knife in hand, turned in shock. On the bed behind him lay a young girl, trembling and naked, her wide eyes begging silently.

Harper raised her gun. Her arms shook, but her voice was deadly calm.

"Do not do it at all. Get the fuck out!"

The man dropped the knife and bolted past her in terror.

Back in the main hall, Logan scoffed and turned to Quincy with a smirk.

"Quincy, do you think you can stop everyone from doing this business, the way you wanna stop me?"

"I have power over them. They'll do my bidding." Quincy replied, eyes hard.

Logan's tone turned mocking.

"All the girls I brought here today—I'm not gonna release them."

Quincy stepped forward slowly, his jaw tense.

"Of course you will. I have your field in my hand. I've already dispatched all the young peddlers—you've got that to worry about."

"Quincy!" Logan bellowed. "How dare you touch my business without my permission!"

"You will do what I want, Logan! I don't wanna see you kidnapping kids and selling their organs anymore. Whoever wants to work with you will volunteer himself!"

Logan's eyes narrowed. His voice dropped, venomous.

"You don't tell me what to do, Quincy! You might have power over the other men, but not me! Burning my field won't stop my business from running."

Quincy's expression was cold steel.

"And who will do business with you? Who will work for you? It takes just one call to ruin everything you have, Logan."

"I knew you'd be a disaster, Quincy! You took on a courtesan and started making trouble for everyone!"

Quincy didn't flinch.

"Don't do bad things if you don't want anyone to make trouble for you."

Harper returned, voice ringing out with authority.

"Take them out!"

A group of guards followed her, escorting several frightened girls out of the rooms. Some were crying, some stunned.

Logan's face twisted in fury.

"Where are you taking them to?!"

"Where they'll be treated. Then we'll send them home." Harper replied curtly.

"Do you know the amount of stress I went through to get those kids?"

Quincy stepped in front of Harper.

"You mean to kidnap them? Did you buy any of them? No. You abducted them all from the outta city. And I will not condone such behavior."

Logan's voice dropped, eyes flaring with recognition.

"Quincy!!! That girl brought you here? You are Blue?"

Quincy looked unbothered.

"Definitely."

Logan's mouth curled.

"You saved Quincy back at the field, right?"

Harper raised an eyebrow.

"You knew?"

"I just found out. And I wonder why Ross didn't kill you immediately. You belong to my fields, you know that, right?"

Harper's voice was razor-sharp.

"Not anymore. Ross sold me to the courtesan house, and I've already redeemed myself."

Quincy turned on his heel and barked, "Leave, Logan! I'm burning down this place!"

As Logan walked toward the exit, he stopped beside Harper. His eyes glittered with contempt.

"Blue, right?" he muttered. Harper gave him a slow side glance, lips curled in a smirk.

"Courtesan or no courtesan—I'm gonna get rid of you someday."

"Really? I'm looking forward to that day, Logan."

Logan stormed off.

Far off, Ross watched from inside his car, face livid as he saw the fire begin to eat away at the warehouse's roof.

He slammed his foot against the door.

"Damn you, Logan!" he growled. "He came here with his stupid arrogance and ruined my space!"

Tory leaned forward nervously.

"What should we do now, boss?"

Ross ground his teeth.

"We won't work for him anymore. He should handle his shit alone."

"Are we going to be working alone now?"

Ross gave him a look.

"Do what work? We need to go back into hiding. This was always my business—now everyone got into it and ruined it for me. Quincy is after everyone, burning down every field. If he had found anything suspicious on Logan's field, I'm sure he would've burned it down already. He's being brutal with this regulation. He liquidated the assets of seven members of his union. Do you think he gives a fuck about anybody else?"

"All of them in politics can still bounce back…" the man offered weakly.

"How about those who relied on the drug and trafficking business? No one will work with them anymore! Quincy is breaking everyone's shoulders."

"Why is he liquidating their assets?"

Ross lit a cigarette, exhaling with a bitter chuckle.

"Having money means having power. He needs to protect himself. If those men still have enough assets, they'll try to fight him. Right now, they've got something more pressing to worry about—they need to work their asses off to build back their net worth."

The guard nodded slowly.

"Quincy is very brilliant…"

Ross turned sharply.

"No! Harper is."

Tory blinked. "Harper? What does she have to do with this?"

"She's now Quincy's courtesan."

"What?!"

Ross flicked ash out the window.

"Yes. Quincy took her on as a courtesan. She's been working hard since then. That's why Quincy's been able to fetch out the traitors in his union. I'm sure she brought him here too—that little traitor."

Tory lowered his voice.

"Boss… you and Harper are enemies. You have to avoid her."

Ross stared out the window, smirking darkly.

"She'll find me when it's time. I'm sure she's busy gathering up her power. But she'll try to find me eventually. We owe each other something."

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