The sirens wailed as the crew rushed to the mall. The tension in the air was thick, suffocating. Crimes were happening in rapid succession—robberies, assaults, even a murder. But by the time Alexander and his team arrived, it was too late.
Everything was already done. The criminals had vanished, leaving behind only chaos.
For the first time, Alexander had been outplayed.
He stood in the middle of the wreckage, his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed—but his eyes… his eyes were something else entirely.
A dangerous, quiet fury brewed beneath his calm exterior.
Rose glanced at him, trying to gauge his reaction. She had seen him take down gang leaders, manipulate people into doing the unthinkable, outsmart every enemy that dared to cross him. But this… this was different.
This time, he had lost.
The silence was deafening as Darmian and Madison took in the scene. Police officers were already on-site, investigating the aftermath, but none of them dared to approach Alexander.
Then, slowly, he turned to Rose.
And he smiled.
A slow, calculated smile that sent a chill down her spine.
"Next time," he murmured, his voice calm, almost amused, "they'll try harder."
Darmian and Madison exchanged uneasy glances. They knew exactly what that meant.
This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
And whoever was behind this?
They had just made a mistake they wouldn't live to regret.