The weight of the revelation bore down on Ochieng like a storm crashing against the shore. Brian Omondi. His longtime rival. The one who had mocked him, humiliated him, and reveled in his downfall. The same Brian who had secretly been working in the shadows, orchestrating chaos.
Ochieng clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried to suppress the fury boiling inside him.
Rolex and Walter Glowtune exchanged knowing glances, waiting for him to process the truth. The air in the study was thick with tension, the scent of cigar smoke lingering in the dim light.
"You have two choices," Walter finally said, leaning back in his chair. "You can let this revelation consume you, or you can turn the tables and make your move before he does."
Ochieng's voice was quiet, but deadly. "I don't play defense."
Walter smirked, impressed. "Good. Then it's time you stop being a pawn in their game and become the one who calls the shots."
Rolex walked to the bookshelf, pulling out a hidden drawer filled with classified documents, maps, and financial records. "Brian's hands are deeper in this than we thought. He's not just a puppet—he's a major player."
Ochieng scanned the files, his sharp eyes catching details that made his blood run cold. Brian had been making moves in the underground economy, aligning himself with powerful enemies—some Ochieng had never even heard of. But what stood out the most was a name that sent shivers down his spine.
Seline.
Her name was circled in red, listed as a "valuable asset." A bargaining chip.
Rage ignited inside him. "That bastard planned this from the start," he growled.
Walter nodded. "And now he's expecting you to react blindly. But if you want to win this war, you need to outthink him."
Ochieng slammed the folder shut. "I need to see Seline."
Without another word, he turned and left the study, his footsteps echoing through the grand halls. Rolex followed closely behind, knowing that the storm inside Ochieng was about to unleash itself on the world.
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Seline was lying on a silk-sheeted bed in one of the mansion's private rooms, her skin pale, her breathing shallow. The medics had stabilized her, but she was far from out of danger.
Ochieng sat beside her, his eyes dark with emotion. He traced his fingers lightly over the bandages on her arm, remembering the moment she had bled out in his arms. He had failed her once. He wouldn't fail again.
As if sensing his presence, Seline stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, confusion clouded her gaze. But then she saw him, and a weak smile touched her lips.
"You look like hell," she whispered.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Ochieng's lips, but the weight of what had happened dulled the humor in his eyes. "I've been through worse."
She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain made her wince. Ochieng immediately pressed a hand to her shoulder, gently pushing her back down.
"Don't move too much," he said. "You lost a lot of blood."
She sighed, frustration flickering across her face. "How bad is it?"
Ochieng hesitated before answering. "Bad. Brian Omondi is behind this. He's not working alone."
Seline's expression darkened. "I should have known. That man never let go of a grudge."
Ochieng studied her carefully. "There's more, isn't there?"
She looked away, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly. "Before everything went down, I overheard a conversation. Brian has been working with someone—someone powerful. A family with deep pockets and an even deeper thirst for revenge."
Ochieng's pulse quickened. "Who?"
She hesitated, then whispered the name.
"The Wellingtons."
A cold chill ran down Ochieng's spine. The Wellington family was one of the wealthiest, most ruthless dynasties in the country. They didn't just destroy their enemies—they erased them from existence.
Rolex cursed under his breath. "If the Wellingtons are involved, this just got a hundred times more dangerous."
Ochieng stood, his eyes blazing with determination. "Then we hit them first."
Seline grabbed his hand, her grip weak but firm. "Promise me you won't let this turn you into something you're not."
Ochieng met her gaze, his heart pounding. "I won't lose myself. But I also won't let them win."
She nodded, satisfied, before exhaustion pulled her back into unconsciousness.
Ochieng turned to Rolex. "Gather the team. We're going hunting."
Rolex grinned. "Now we're talking."
As they stepped out of the room, Ochieng knew this was no longer just about revenge. This was about taking control.
And he was ready to burn the whole city down to do it.