The city was restless. The sound of sirens and the distant autumnal pop of gunfire punctuated the quiet that spilled from the remnants of the Syndicate building. Kade’s empire had, just days earlier, taken a blow, and James knew that retaliation was a matter of when, not if.
With adrenaline still coursing through their veins, the team retreated into the safehouse. They had fired first, but the real war was barely starting.
James drummed his fingers on the table as he scanned the decrypted files Malik had stolen. This wasn’t just about money. The trove included records of Syndicate assets, corrupt officials and offshore accounts linked to human trafficking, illegal arms deals and assassinations.
Sarah leaned in next to him, brow knitting. “For Kade, this isn’t just business. It’s persona
