The city never slept, but tonight, it held its breath. The underground forces that lurked in the shadows, the elites who whispered behind closed doors, and the ghosts of the past that had long been forgotten—all of them were converging toward a single name.
Ochieng.
In the depths of his penthouse, Ochieng stood before a massive glass window overlooking the sprawling city below. His reflection stared back at him, sharp and unreadable. Behind him, the room buzzed with tension as Rolex, Gideon, Linet, and Jeff sat in silence, waiting for his command.
"Brian wants a war," Ochieng said finally, his voice cold. "Let's give him one."
Gideon leaned forward, his eyes burning with unspoken fury. "We need to be careful. This isn't just about Brian. There's more to this."
Ochieng turned, his gaze locking onto Gideon's. "I know."
He had been waiting for this moment. The betrayal, the schemes, the hidden hands pulling the strings—none of it was unexpected. He had built his empire knowing that one day, someone would come for it.
Linet cleared her throat, setting down a folder on the table. "It's worse than we thought. Brian's not acting alone. He's aligned himself with The Council."
Silence fell over the room.
The Council. The nameless, faceless organization that had controlled the underground for decades. The same Council that had once tried to erase Ochieng from existence.
Jeff exhaled sharply. "If Brian has their backing, this won't be a fight—it'll be a massacre."
Ochieng smirked. "Then we make sure the massacre is theirs, not ours."
The air crackled with the weight of what was coming. This wasn't just a battle. It was a reckoning.
And Ochieng was ready.