The night air was thick with the scent of rain, the neon lights of Valdoria casting eerie reflections on the wet streets. This was a city of power, of hidden empires, where only the strongest survived. Ochieng knew that stepping into its depths meant gambling with fate itself.
They arrived in silence—Celestine, Ivan, Felix, and Isabella moving like shadows beside him. They weren't just a team; they were a force that could shake the foundations of the underworld.
Their first stop was The Obsidian Club, a high-end establishment that catered only to those with wealth and influence. Inside, under the soft hum of jazz music, billionaires made silent deals while assassins lingered in the corners, waiting for their next orders.
Ochieng's eyes scanned the room. Eugene Rolex, one of The Architect's top enforcers, sat at a private booth, a glass of whiskey in hand. His suit was pristine, his presence exuding raw authority.
Celestine leaned in. "He's the key to The Architect. If we take him, we crack the entire operation open."
Felix grinned. "Then let's not waste time."
Before Ochieng could respond, a figure approached their table. Shalom, a striking woman with emerald-green eyes, sat down gracefully. Her presence was electric—dangerous, yet undeniably alluring.
"You don't belong here, Ochieng," she whispered.
He smirked. "Neither do you."
Her lips curled into a smile. "Touch Eugene, and you'll start a war you can't win."
Ochieng leaned forward. "I never play games I can't win."
The room tensed as their eyes locked. The battle for Valdoria had begun.