The air was thick with tension as Ochieng stepped out of the underground chamber, his mind racing. The Sinclair Family had just declared war, but that wasn't his only problem. The ghosts of his past were resurfacing—one by one.
As he walked toward his car, his phone buzzed. A message flashed across the screen.
Seline: We need to talk. Now.
Ochieng's jaw tightened. Seline. His ex. The woman who had once owned his heart before shattering it into pieces.
He slid into the backseat of his Rolls-Royce, his voice cold as he spoke to the driver. "Take me to the Emerald Club."
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The dim lighting cast a golden glow on the luxurious red velvet seats. Seline sat at the far end, her long legs crossed, a glass of wine in her hand. Her beauty was undeniable—raven-black hair, piercing green eyes, and a body that could make kings bow—but Ochieng wasn't here for admiration.
He took a seat across from her, arms crossed. "Talk."
Seline studied him for a moment before sighing. "You're in danger, Ochieng."
He smirked. "When am I not?"
She leaned forward, lowering her voice. "Brian is back."
The name sent a ripple of cold fury through Ochieng's veins. Brian. The man who had mocked him, humiliated him when he was at his lowest. The same man who once tried to steal Seline from him.
Ochieng remained still, but his fingers curled into fists. "Where is he?"
Seline hesitated. "He's working with the Sinclairs."
That did it. The room seemed to darken as Ochieng processed the information. Brian wasn't just back—he had aligned himself with the very people who wanted Ochieng dead.
Seline reached for his hand, her touch soft. "Ochieng… I regret everything. Leaving you was the biggest mistake of my life."
He pulled his hand away. "Don't play games with me, Seline."
She bit her lip. "It's not a game. You have no idea what's coming."
Ochieng stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. "Then tell me."
Seline hesitated before whispering, "They don't just want to kill you. They want to erase you. Everything you built. Everyone who stands with you. They won't stop until you're nothing."
A slow, dangerous smile spread across Ochieng's face. "Then they better not fail."
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