The air between Ochieng and Dante crackled with tension. The masked attackers lay motionless on the marble floor, groaning in pain, but neither man spared them a glance.
Around them, the rich and powerful still cowered behind overturned tables, their terrified whispers filling the silence.
Dante adjusted his cufflinks, exuding the calm arrogance of a king. His green eyes flickered with amusement.
"You see, Ochieng," Dante began smoothly, "most men in your position would have begged for an alliance by now."
Ochieng smirked. "And yet, here I stand, unimpressed."
Linet remained silent beside him, her fingers resting near the hidden dagger in her dress. Her heart pounded, but she knew one thing: Ochieng never walked into a fight without knowing exactly how it would end.
Dante sighed. "You killed my men. You stole my empire. And you think there won't be consequences?"
Ochieng chuckled, stepping closer. "No, Dante. I expect consequences. I just don't think you're the one who can deliver them."
The insult hung in the air like a loaded gun.
Dante's jaw tightened, but his smirk remained. "Fine," he said, voice laced with deadly amusement. "Then let's see who breaks first."
With a snap of his fingers, his bodyguards stepped forward.
Each was a towering figure, their suits barely containing the rippling muscles beneath. But Ochieng didn't move.
Dante turned to leave, pausing only once. "Oh, and Ochieng… you might want to check your father's old will."
With that, he walked out.
Ochieng's smirk vanished.
Linet noticed the shift in his demeanor. "What was that about?" she asked.
Ochieng didn't answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone. "Tielen," he said the moment the call connected. "Find out everything you can about my father's will. Now."
Tielen's voice was sharp. "On it."
As the call ended, Ochieng exhaled slowly.
Dante had just touched a nerve.
Ochieng left the ballroom with Linet by his side, his mind racing. If Dante had information about his father's will, it could mean one of two things:
1. His inheritance wasn't what he thought.
2. Someone had lied to him.
He drove in silence, the sleek black Lamborghini cutting through the night like a phantom.
Linet finally spoke. "Ochieng, what are you thinking?"
He glanced at her, his dark eyes unreadable. "I think my father didn't just die. I think he was murdered."
Linet's breath caught.
By the time they reached his penthouse, Tielen was already waiting, files spread out on the glass coffee table.
"You're not going to like this," Tielen muttered.
Ochieng sat down, scanning the documents. The more he read, the colder his expression became.
His father's will had been altered.
Money had been redirected. His rightful properties had been sold off before he even knew they existed. But worst of all—
"Someone forged my father's signature," Ochieng whispered.
Linet leaned over his shoulder. "Who?"
Tielen hesitated. "Your uncle, Richard."
Silence.
Then Ochieng laughed.
A slow, chilling laugh that sent a shiver down Linet's spine.
Richard had always pretended to be a kind, humble man. But now, Ochieng realized—his uncle had been the enemy all along.
And Ochieng had spent years protecting the wrong people.
He closed the file, eyes burning with cold rage.
"Call Jeff, Linet, and Wendy," he said. "We're going hunting."
The room was filled with a heavy silence, the weight of betrayal pressing down like a storm about to break. Ochieng clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists as he stared at the name written in bold letters: Richard Ochieng—his uncle, the man who had stolen everything from him.
Linet and Tielen exchanged glances. They had seen Ochieng angry before, but this—this was different. This was the birth of something ruthless.
Ochieng exhaled slowly and turned to Tielen. "Call Jeff, Linet, and Wendy. Tell them to meet me at the Crimson Lounge in one hour."
Tielen nodded and immediately made the calls.
Linet studied Ochieng's face. "What are you planning?"
Ochieng's voice was quiet, but laced with deadly intent. "I'm going to take back everything that was stolen from me. And I'm going to make sure Richard wishes he had never been born."
One hour later, the Crimson Lounge was filled with some of the most dangerous people in the underworld. The dim lights reflected off expensive whiskey glasses as whispers of something big spread through the crowd.
At a private VIP booth, Ochieng sat at the head of the table. To his right was Jeff, the mastermind of global finance. To his left, Linet, the queen of intelligence. Wendy sat across from him, her cold smile hinting at secrets only she knew.
Tielen leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Everyone's here."
Ochieng lifted his glass, swirling the liquid inside. "We have a problem," he said. "A problem that needs to be eliminated."
The air around the table shifted.
"Who is it?" Wendy asked, her voice calm but filled with lethal curiosity.
Ochieng placed the forged will on the table. "Richard Ochieng. My uncle. He's the one who's been pulling the strings from the shadows."
The temperature in the room dropped.
Jeff scoffed. "That bastard? I always had a bad feeling about him."
Linet's fingers drummed against the table. "If he forged the will, he didn't do it alone. There must be others protecting him."
Ochieng smirked. "Then we destroy them too."
Wendy leaned forward, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You're declaring war on your own blood, Ochieng. Are you ready for that?"
Ochieng met her gaze. "I was born ready."
Tielen pushed a folder across the table. "Richard isn't just hiding behind money. He has connections with the Mafias of the East. If we move too fast, we'll be walking into a death trap."
A slow grin spread across Ochieng's face. "Then we don't move fast."
He leaned back, his voice dropping into a whisper. "We make them think they've won. We let them celebrate… before we rip the ground from under their feet."
Jeff chuckled. "So, what's the first move?"
Ochieng raised his glass. "First, we take back what's ours."
They clinked glasses. The war had begun.
As Ochieng left the lounge, he felt the weight of what was coming. The city skyline stretched before him, the neon lights glowing like stars in a night filled with danger.
Linet walked beside him. "Do you think Richard knows we're coming?"
Ochieng smirked. "If he doesn't, he will soon."
The hunt had begun. And this time, there would be no mercy.