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It had been a week, yet Kane hadn't heard any news about King. Even Stan, Marco, and Ven had been trying to reach out to Raze, but every time they called, it wasn’t Raze who answered—it was always one of his underlings. And the response was always the same: 'Keep Kane hidden and stay safe.'That was it. No explanations, no further details. They took the instruction seriously, ensuring Kane was hidden well. They had brought him to Ven’s underground house—a secure, well-equipped hideout that remained nearly impossible to locate. This place wasn’t just any safe house; it was their fortress, their sanctuary. It was the headquarters where the team always gathered for meetings, planning their next move. But this time, the situation was different. They weren’t just here for a brief discussion—they were here to stay, indefinitely if necessary, until the threat passed. Of course, being the one protected didn’t sit well with Kane. He hated the feeling of being a liability. If it were up to h

After his conversation with Leonard Cohen Marchetti—King's brother—Kane stood motionless in the corner of his room, lost in thought. He couldn't just remain in hiding. He needed to act. But the problem was, he had no idea where to start. Should he go after King’s father to seek revenge? Should he even be barking up that tree?He didn’t know anymore.Being blamed by Leonard had forced Kane into a realization. Now, he understood what it felt like to carry the weight of guilt—even if he hadn’t been the one to pull the trigger, even if he hadn’t physically killed King. It still felt as if he had contributed to his demise in a significant way.The pain and guilt gnawed at him relentlessly. It didn’t help that every time he closed his eyes, he could see King’s amber gaze staring back at him.His mind refused to accept that King was gone. To Kane, he was still out there—either stranded on that island or managing the company as if nothing had happened.He sighed, trying to push those thoughts

Early in the morning, they received intel from the team.Jackson rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. "Good morning, fellas!""There's no good in the morning, you fucker. They sent instructions—guess this is where the game starts."Mav was holding the tablet, and since there was no sofa or any chair, just a table, three muscular and fully grown men were all sitting on one bed, eyeing the tablet screen lying on the table.It was literally just a bed, table, closet, and a comfort room. That's all."This is what I'm talking about!"Mav let out a big sigh after reading the content of the message. "This is Ven we're talking about. He's crazy!"All of them had crumpled faces as they went on and on reading the instructions.After an hour of just thinking about whether their life choices were right, a message popped up once again, asking one of them to go and fetch the item outside.Jackson quickly went out and saw a box in front of their building. No one was there; he didn't know who deli