Peter woke up in his father's house, still adjusting to the silence that filled the grand estate. The memories of the past few weeks played in his mind—the trials, the betrayals, the victories.
Just as he was about to get up, Zunafets knocked on his door.
"Wake up, Peter. The lawyer is here," he said.
Peter groaned. He had no interest in dealing with legal matters, especially regarding his father's inheritance.
In the meeting room, the lawyer placed a thick stack of documents on the table.
"Your father's company and assets need a new owner," the lawyer explained.
Peter immediately refused. "I don't want it. Find someone else."
Zunafets sighed, crossing his arms. "Then I'll take over the company and the cartel."
Peter smirked. "So, I guess you'll be getting married first, huh? You should quit being an agent and just focus on running the business."
Zunafets scoffed. "I'm not ready for that. I'll handle both—being an agent and running the company."
Peter leaned back in his chair. "Then I'll take care of the cartel. Someone has to make sure it doesn't go completely out of control."
Zunafets raised an eyebrow. "So, you're still a jobless troublemaker, huh?"
Peter chuckled. "More like an independent businessman in a high-risk industry."
Zunafets rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Just don't blow anything up, alright?"
With that, the new era for the Nimoowahc brothers had begun.
After settling the inheritance matters, Peter stepped out of the house and took a deep breath of the morning air. He lit a cigarette and stared at the sky, trying to figure out what he would do next. The world had changed, but he was still the same—once a fugitive, a hacker, and now, the leader of a cartel.
Suddenly, a large motorcycle pulled up in front of the house.
Optimus and Odlan casually got off the bike.
"Yo, new boss!" Odlan called out, slapping Peter's shoulder.
"How does it feel to be the ruler of a cartel?" Optimus teased.
Peter exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled. "I don't feel like a ruler. It feels more like a burden."
"Well, at least you have a job now," Odlan laughed.
Peter glanced at both of them. "I have a plan. But we need one more person."
Optimus raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Peter pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and typed a message to Enimsya Reppan.
"Tomorrow night, I need to talk about something important. Meet me at Flyink Café?"
He pressed send. It didn't take long before a reply came in.
"Alright. I'll be there."
Peter smirked.
Optimus crossed his arms and gave him a knowing look. "Are you sure this is just business? Or is it something... personal?" he teased.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
Odlan laughed. "So, what's the plan? Are you rejoining SIN?"
Peter let out a deep breath, staring at the sky that was starting to brighten. Then, with a firm voice, he answered:
"Yes."
Suddenly, Aitnys perked up with excitement.
"Really?? You're coming back??" she asked enthusiastically.
Peter, Optimus, and Odlan all turned to her in shock.
Peter frowned and asked, "Since when have you been here??" His voice was a mix of irritation and surprise.
Aitnys grinned. "I stayed over last night."
Peter's eyes widened in disbelief. He immediately turned to Zunafets, giving him a suspicious look.
"Wait a minute…" Peter muttered. "What exactly did you two do last night?? Did you sleep together??"
Zunafets, who had been drinking coffee, almost choked.
"What the hell, Peter??" he coughed, glaring at his brother.
Aitnys just laughed mischievously, enjoying how flustered they were.
Peter took a deep breath and covered his face with both hands.
"Oh my God… I don't want to know any more details," he muttered in defeat.
Optimus and Odlan burst out laughing.
"Hey, hey, don't get the wrong idea, Peter!" Zunafets quickly said, his face slightly red. "She just slept in the guest room!"
Aitnys smirked. "Well, but even if we did sleep together, that wouldn't be your business, right?" she teased.
Peter immediately shot her a sharp look. "Oh no, no, no! This is really bad! My workaholic brother… and now you? I'm not ready for this!"
Odlan nudged Optimus and whispered with a laugh, "This is better than a drama series."
Peter shook his head. "Alright, enough of this! We have more important things to discuss."
He looked at everyone seriously. "I'm going back to SIN… but under one condition."
Everyone fell silent, waiting to hear what Peter would say next.
Peter's voice was firm. "If I return to SIN, there will be no bribery and no betrayals. And Eldric… he has to come back too."
Zunafets crossed his arms. "You're making demands now?"
Peter smirked. "Of course. If I'm going to risk my life again, I want to make sure I'm not working with a bunch of backstabbers."
Aitnys nodded in agreement. "That's fair. But do you really think Eldric will agree to come back?"
Peter sighed. "He will. Whether he likes it or not, he's part of this mess too."
Optimus chuckled. "I swear, Peter, you always make things more complicated."
Odlan grinned. "But that's what makes him Peter."
Zunafets exhaled sharply. "Fine. I'll handle the negotiations with SIN. But if Eldric refuses, it's on you to convince him."
Peter smirked. "Don't worry. I have my ways."
The air was tense, but something had shifted.
Peter sat comfortably in his chair, while Odlan and Optimus stood with their arms crossed.
"We want to join too," Odlan said seriously.
"We can't just sit around," Optimus added.
Zunafets looked at them with a blank expression. "You guys are just civilians. This isn't your world."
Peter smirked. "They're not agents, but they're useful."
Zunafets sighed, then stared at Odlan and Optimus sharply. "You can't be agents. But I'll give you another role."
Odlan and Optimus exchanged glances. "What do you mean?"
Zunafets crossed his arms. "You can only assist in emergency situations. And aside from that…" he paused for a moment before continuing, "you'll have to work at my office. Our father's company."
Odlan and Optimus' eyes widened.
"Wait, wait," Odlan said, raising his hand. "So you're the big boss now?"
Zunafets nodded. "I'm taking over as the director and owner of our father's company."
Optimus chuckled. "Damn, so now you're not just a secret agent but also a businessman? No wonder you don't wanna get married yet."
Peter grinned and looked at Zunafets. "Congratulations, brother. Now you have double the stress."
Zunafets scoffed. "And you have to take care of our father's cartel."
Peter smirked. "Don't worry. I have my own way."
They all exchanged looks.
A new chapter had truly begun.
Enimsya sat on her couch, a cup of coffee in hand, watching the news on the large screen in front of her.
"Former fugitive and hacker Peter Nimoowahc officially apologizes for the chaos that unfolded in Sicnarep. His public statement has sparked mixed reactions from the public."
The video of Peter played on the screen.
"I take responsibility for the turmoil that happened. I never intended for innocent people to suffer because of my actions. But I stand by what I fought for—justice. I can't change the past, but I can change what happens next."
Enimsya exhaled softly, shaking her head with a small smile.
"That man... Always so reckless but always so true to himself."
Her brother, sitting nearby, glanced at her. "You admire him?"
Enimsya took a sip of her coffee before responding. "I respect him."
Her brother smirked. "Respect, huh? Is that all?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she picked up her phone and stared at the last message Peter had sent her.
Tomorrow night, they would meet.
And she had a feeling this was just the beginning of something much bigger.
Enimsya glanced at her phone screen, raising an eyebrow at the new notification. Peter Nimoowahc had just followed her account.
"Finally, he realizes social media exists," she muttered with a small smile.
Curious, she tapped on Peter's profile. His feed was still empty, but there was one new post—a video on his Insta Story.
On the screen, Peter, Odlan, and Optimus were at an illegal street race.
Odlan laughed while recording, saying, "Okay, this wasn't part of the plan, but look at this! Peter is back on the track! Does he still have it?"
In the background, Optimus could be heard ranting, "This is insane! We could die, you know?!"
Then, the camera panned to Peter behind the wheel. His eyes were sharp, his jawline tense, and a slight smirk formed as he pressed the gas, overtaking his opponent at high speed.
Enimsya, who had been watching casually, suddenly paused the video at a frame capturing Peter's face. That intense gaze, the defined jawline, the signature smirk…
She stared at the screen for a moment, then let out a small smile.
"Reckless man..." she thought, closing her phone.
Meanwhile, Peter had no idea that his stunt tonight wasn't just catching the attention of street racing fans—but also someone who was secretly starting to notice him more than she realized.
Enimsya continued scrolling through Peter's post, her curiosity getting the best of her. The comment section was already flooded with reactions.
— "Damn, Peter's still got it! Street racing legend!"
— "Bro came back from being a fugitive just to flex on us."
— "Optimus losing his mind in the background is comedy gold."
— "Wait, is this the same Peter who was hacking the government? And now he's just… racing cars???"
She smirked at the chaotic energy in the replies. Typical Peter. No matter what situation he was in, he always found a way to make things entertaining.
Then, she noticed a particular comment that caught her off guard:
— "Bro's trying to impress someone. 👀"
Her eyes widened slightly. Who was Peter trying to impress?
She shook her head, brushing the thought away. "Not my business," she muttered, but somehow, she couldn't stop herself from scrolling back up to rewatch the video.
Just for a second.
Without realizing it, Enimsya scrolled down again. She saw another post on Peter's account.
It was a photo of Peter sitting casually at a café, wearing a black leather jacket. His expression was the same as always—slightly mischievous, but effortlessly cool.
She swiped to the next picture.
A woman was standing next to Peter. She was beautiful, with a smile that seemed a little too familiar.
Enimsya's eyebrows immediately furrowed.
She read the comments below.
— "Who's this? 😏"
— "Looks like Peter has moved on!"
— "His new girlfriend is gorgeous! When's the wedding?"
— "Bro, that was fast 🤣"
Suddenly, something felt off in her chest.
Not anger. Not even irritation.
But something about this bothered her.
Her fingers instinctively tapped on the woman's profile.
"Who is she?" she wondered without realizing it.
Enimsya hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the woman's profile.
"Why do I even care?" she thought, shaking her head.
But before she could stop herself, she tapped on it.
The profile loaded. The woman's name was Celya Vioren. Her bio was simple—nothing special.
She scrolled through the photos.
— One at a beach, smiling at the camera.
— Another in a fancy restaurant.
— A candid picture of her and… Peter.
Enimsya's eyes narrowed.
She clicked on the picture.
Peter was leaning close to Celya, laughing. She looked comfortable beside him.
"Just a friend?" Enimsya thought.
Then, she noticed the caption:
"Good times with one of the best. 🖤"
The comments weren't helping.
— "You guys look so cute together!"
— "Finally, Peter is settling down?!"
— "Power couple vibes!"
Enimsya let out a small scoff. Why was she even reacting this way?
She locked her phone and sighed.
"I don't care. I really don't."
But deep down, she knew she just lied to herself.
Peter was lounging on his couch, watching a replay of last night's race. Optimus and Odlan had already left, so the house was quiet.
Suddenly, the door swung open without warning.
"Hey, don't you ever learn to lock your door?"
Peter turned and saw Celya Vioren standing in the doorway, smirking.
Before he could reply, Celya walked straight to him and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
Peter froze for a moment but then returned the hug gently.
"Why are you suddenly here?" he asked casually.
Celya rested her head on his shoulder. "I missed you. Isn't that a good enough reason?"
Peter chuckled, rubbing her back briefly before pulling away.
"Well then, want to go out and eat? My treat," he offered.
Celya raised an eyebrow, then grinned. "Don't expect me to eat lightly."
Peter laughed. They got ready to leave.
But neither of them noticed...
Someone was scrolling through Peter's Instagram.
And that person wasn't happy with what they saw.
Optimus leaned against the car, arms crossed, watching as Peter walked out the door, adjusting his hoodie and pulling his cap lower.
"Where are you going?" Optimus asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Out," Peter replied nonchalantly.
Odlan smirked. "Out where?"
Peter shot them a lazy grin. "A date."
Optimus and Odlan exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.
"Wait, you? A date? Since when did you start acting like a normal person?" Optimus teased.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Shut up and watch the house. If you two wreck my place while I'm gone, I swear—"
Odlan raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Have fun, lover boy."
Peter ignored them and got into the car.
As he pulled out of the driveway, he didn't notice that someone had been watching from a distance.
And that person was gripping their phone a little too tightly.
Peter and Celya sat in a fancy restaurant, the dim lighting creating a romantic atmosphere. A soft jazz tune played in the background, adding to the intimate setting.
"So, after all that chaos, what's your plan now?" Celya asked, stirring her drink.
Peter shrugged. "No idea. Maybe stay busy, or maybe find new trouble to get into."
Celya chuckled and gazed at him. "Or maybe… you could try living a normal life?"
Peter smirked. "I don't think that's an option for me."
Celya smiled and slowly leaned forward.
Her face was just inches from Peter's. He could feel her breath, and his eyes locked onto her lips as they got closer...
THUD!
Suddenly, someone crashed into their table! Drinks spilled, plates clattered, and the whole restaurant turned to look.
Peter and Celya jolted in shock. And there, stumbling forward, was Enimsya!
She looked flustered, her expression a mix of panic and embarrassment.
"Uh… Sorry! I didn't mean to!" she blurted out quickly, but her eyes were fixed directly on Peter and Celya.
Celya raised an eyebrow, while Peter just stared at Enimsya, completely dumbfounded.
"Enimsya... what are you doing here?" he asked, half-confused, half-suspicious.
Enimsya forced an awkward smile and scratched the back of her neck. "Uhh… eating? Just a coincidence?"
Peter exhaled sharply. This was no coincidence.
And he knew this night was about to get a lot more interesting.
Peter glanced at Celya's dress, now soaked with spilled drinks. She sighed, clearly annoyed but trying to keep her cool.
"Well, that was unexpected," she muttered, dabbing at her outfit with a napkin.
Peter smirked. "Guess that means we're calling it a night. Come on, I'll take you home."
Celya nodded, standing up carefully to avoid drawing more attention. As they turned to leave, Peter couldn't help but glance back at Enimsya.
"Hey, Enimsya," he said casually.
She looked up, still a little flustered.
"Try not to run into any more tables, yeah?" he teased with a smirk.
Enimsya pouted, crossing her arms. "Not my fault the floor was slippery."
Peter chuckled before guiding Celya toward the exit. Even as he walked away, he could feel Enimsya's eyes on him.