The air was thick inside the private jet, the hum of the engines the only sound cutting through the silence. Faisal sat alone by the window, staring into the endless stretch of darkness outside. His fingers tapped a slow, deliberate rhythm against the glass — the rhythm of a man calculating every move, three steps ahead, while his heart drifted somewhere far away.
Across from him, Rayyan watched silently, sensing the weight pressing down on his brother's shoulders. He knew — this wasn't just another mission. This was Faisal's farewell to the world they built together.
Adrian Velasco wasn't just anyone.
He was the last piece of Daniel's legacy, the man who handled Daniel's personal offshore accounts, secret alliances, and buried deals with warlords, presidents, and cartel kings. He wasn't just a bookkeeper — he was a walking archive of every dirty secret Daniel ever held.
Killing him wasn't enough.
Faisal needed Adrian to break — to expose every secret, every alliance, every betrayal that Daniel left behind.
This wasn't just a hit.
It was a dismantling of the last pillar holding up the old empire.
They didn't storm in with guns.
They didn't announce their arrival.
Instead, Faisal played with Adrian's mind before they even touched him.
The lights in Adrian's mansion started flickering randomly for days — sometimes at 3 AM, sometimes in the middle of dinner.
His security feeds showed phantom images — Faisal's silhouette in hallways where no one stood.
Phone calls from numbers that didn't exist whispered, "The ghosts are watching."
His most trusted bodyguard disappeared — only for his severed hands to be delivered on Adrian's breakfast table, fingers positioned to spell "YOU'RE NEXT."
By the time Faisal and the brothers arrived, Adrian hadn't slept for five days.
His hands shook, his eyes bloodshot, his paranoia so thick he couldn't tell reality from nightmare.
They didn't kick down doors — they walked in silently.
Malik broke the necks of the guards like they were made of paper.
Rayyan disabled every camera, every alarm, every communication line — turning Adrian's fortress into a soundproof tomb.
Ameer hacked Adrian's personal servers, transferring every document, every secret file Faisal needed before Adrian even knew they were there.
By the time Adrian realized he wasn't alone — he was already tied to a chair in his own basement.
Faisal didn't shout.
He didn't threaten.
He pulled up a chair across from Adrian and spoke like an old friend.
"Adrian… you've been living inside a castle of secrets for too long. You've forgotten what it feels like to be powerless."
Adrian's breath quickened, sweat pouring down his face.
"Everything you thought kept you safe — your money, your connections, your guards — they're all gone. I took them before you even knew I was here."
Adrian's lip trembled. "You… you're him. Faisal."
Faisal leaned closer. "I'm not here to kill you, Adrian. I'm here to give you a gift — the gift of clarity."
He slid a tablet across the table — every offshore account, every blackmail file, every weapon shipment tied to Adrian's name.
"You see, you're not just a man with secrets. You are the secret."
Adrian's voice cracked. "What do you want?"
Faisal's smile was razor-sharp.
"Everything."
Adrian tried to lie.
Faisal already knew the truth.
Adrian tried to negotiate.
Faisal had already taken everything Adrian had to offer.
Adrian tried to beg.
Faisal only gave him silence.
Piece by piece, Faisal dismantled Adrian's mind — showing him CCTV footage of his own men betraying him, leaked files proving Adrian had already been sold out by Daniel himself before his death.
There was no loyalty. No legacy. No honor.
Just a man alone, with nothing but fear and regret.
Broken, sobbing, Adrian gave them the final name Faisal was hunting — the hidden piece Daniel never spoke of.
Not a name of a Don.
Not a name of a politician.
A name tied directly to the Unseen Council.
Faisal's eyes flickered with cold satisfaction — this was always about more than Adrian. This was about cutting the final thread between Daniel's empire and the Unseen Council.
"Thank you, Adrian."
Faisal stood, smoothing his suit.
"What happens to me now?" Adrian's voice was weak.
Faisal's smile was polite, almost kind.
"You die, Adrian. But not tonight."
Malik stepped forward — a needle in hand, filled with a slow poison that would eat Adrian alive over the next 24 hours. Enough time for him to understand exactly how powerless he had become.
As they left the mansion, leaving Adrian to his slow death, Faisal didn't look back.
This was his final act as the ghost of the brothers.
In the car, Rayyan glanced at Faisal.
"You never planned to stay after this, did you?"
Faisal's hands were steady on the wheel.
"No."
Rayyan said nothing more.
Because he understood.
This wasn't just a mission.
This was Faisal's farewell to the empire they built from blood.
As they drove into the night, Faisal's phone buzzed.
The moment Noora's name flashed on the screen, everything else — the ghosts, the enemies, even the blood on his hands — faded.
He answered, voice lower, softer than it had been all night.
"Noora…"
Her voice was filled with love and concern.
"Where are you? Are you done, Faisal? Are you safe?"
Faisal's fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
He took a slow breath, closing his eyes for just a second.
"I'm coming home," Faisal whispered.
"No more ghosts. No more shadows. No more war."
A small, soft breath of relief escaped Noora's lips.
"Are you sure?"
Faisal's voice, for the first time in years, held absolute certainty.
"I'm sure, Noora. I'm coming home… for you, for us, for our family."
Rayyan turned his face to the window, hiding the rare smile crossing his lips.
Even the devil himself couldn't stop Faisal now.
The road ahead was dark.
But for Faisal, it led straight to the light.