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Midnight, the road is slick from the rain that fell earlier.

The city was silent, but the alley behind the old warehouse was filled with movement. The dim glow of streetlights flickered as a dozen armed men stood in formation, waiting. They weren't just any thugs—someone had sent them. A message. A challenge.

Andrew Smith stood at the front of his gang,One hand in his pockets, eyes cold as steel. The scent of gasoline and damp concrete filled the air. A cigarette rested between his fingers, a thin trail of smoke curling into the night air.his black tuxedo draped effortlessly over his broad shoulders, exuding an air of effortless dominance. At 6'4",he stood tall, his curly brown hair slightly tousled, complementing his sharp features and fair skin.

As he lit the cigarette, the flickering flame briefly illuminated his smirking lips. Taking a slow drag, he exhaled a swirl of smoke and murmured "SILENCE IS SEXY BABY, ISN"T IT??"

 He took a step forward, his boots echoing.

One of the men sneered. "You should've stayed out of mafia business, Smith."

Andrew smirked, rolling his shoulders. "And you should've picked a different job, but here we are." He cracked his knuckles. "Let's get this over with."

The men rushed forward. The fight began.

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Andrew Smith – The Leader.

{MULTIBILLIONAIRE , CEO OF EXODUS INTERNATIONAL}.

A man lunged at him, throwing a punch. Andrew ducked, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back with a sickening crack. The man howled in pain before Andrew shoved him face-first into the brick wall. Another attacker swung a metal pipe at him. Andrew caught it mid-air and yanked it from his hands, spinning it once before slamming it into the man's ribs.

"You should've brought more men," Andrew said casually, knocking the guy out with a final blow.

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Robert Grey – The Fighter with a Hidden Heart.

{BILLIONAIRE, CEO OF ETHERNAL VISIONS,THE CHILL ONE.THE YOUNGEST MAN IN THE GROIP}.

Robert was already in action, his eyes burning with adrenaline. A man grabbed him from behind, but Robert drove his elbow into his ribs before spinning and landing a brutal uppercut.

Another enemy approached, smirking. "Getting tired yet?"

Robert wiped the blood from his lip and grinned. "Nah. I was hoping for a real challenge." He grabbed the guy by the collar and headbutted him, knocking him unconscious.

As he turned, his gaze flickered toward Luna, who was fighting on her own. He clenched his fists. She didn't need his help. But that didn't stop him from watching.

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Luna Rogers – The Fast and Fearless One

{BILLIONAIRE, CEO OF ROGERS EMPIRE}.

Luna dodged a knife strike with ease, twisting around her attacker and delivering a sharp kick to his leg, making him stumble. He recovered and lunged again, but she was quicker, slipping behind him and whispering, "Too slow."

Before he could react, she kneed him in the stomach and landed a precise jab to his throat, leaving him gasping for air. She stepped back, adjusting her ponytail.

"Next time, bring someone who actually knows how to fight."

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James Meadows – The Calm Strategist.

{BILLIONAIRE< CEO OF GRAND CAPITAL}.

James fought with precision, every move calculated. A man swung at him, but James sidestepped, grabbing his wrist and twisting it. The man dropped his knife, and James caught it mid-air, flipping it in his hand before pressing it to his throat.

"You should've thought this through," he said calmly before knocking him out with the hilt.

Another rushed him, but before he could reach, Olivia stepped in.

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Olivia Meadows – The Fearless Wife

{BILLIONAIRE,CEO OF BLACK RED ROSES} WIFE OF<JAMES MEADOWS>.}

Olivia didn't wait for James to finish his opponent. She had her own. She landed a spinning kick on a man twice her size, sending him stumbling. He growled and charged at her.

She smirked. "That all you got?"

She ducked his attack, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over her shoulder. As he hit the ground, she kicked him in the face, knocking him out. She turned to James, smirking. "You're getting slow."

James chuckled, "Or maybe I just like watching you fight."

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Isabel Jones – The Quick Thinker

A man swung a chain at Isabel, but she ducked and grabbed a broken glass bottle from the ground. Spinning, she sliced through the chain, making the man step back in shock.

She smiled sweetly. "Didn't expect that, did you?"

She threw the bottle aside and delivered a sharp punch to his jaw, then spun and kicked him into a pile of crates. "Rookies," she muttered.

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Rowan Williams – The Powerhouse

Rowan was a wall of muscle, and he fought like it. A man rushed at him, and Rowan didn't even flinch. He simply grabbed the guy by the throat and slammed him against the wall.

The man struggled, gasping. "Damn... you're strong."

Rowan smirked. "I know." Then, he punched him so hard the guy crumpled to the ground, out cold.

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Jaxson Wilson – The One Who Enjoys the Fight

Jaxson was laughing. He was having fun. He dodged a punch, then grabbed his attacker's arm and twisted it behind his back.

"Man, you guys are weak," he taunted before sweeping the man's legs and slamming him into the pavement.

Another rushed him with a knife, but Jaxson caught his wrist mid-strike. "Tsk tsk. Knives? That's just rude." He yanked the knife away and flipped it in his hand.

The man's eyes widened. "Wait, don't—"

Too late. Jaxson slammed the knife handle into his forehead, knocking him out. He grinned. "Oops."

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Aftermath – The Victory

Andrew wiped a streak of blood from his cheek, looking around at the aftermath. His gang stood victorious—bruised, bleeding, but calm, their expressions unreadable. The fight was over.

The mafia's men lay scattered, groaning, bleeding, or unconscious. Andrew looked around at his gang. Bruised. Bleeding. Standing strong. They were calm, dangerous, and unshaken.

One of the mafia's men, barely conscious, coughed and muttered, "You'll regret this..."

Andrew knelt beside him, gripping his collar. "Tell your boss that next time, he should send better men." He shoved the guy away, standing up.

Andrew turned to his own crew. No words were needed.  Andrew met each of their gazes—Robert wiping a cut from his brow, James adjusting his jacket, Olivia running a hand through her hair, unmoved by the chaos. Rowan and Isabel stood side by side, while Jaxson cracked his neck with a smirk.

They knew what to do. They walked away from the battlefield like warriors, their dangerous aura unshaken

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Jaxson's Mansion – The Unfinished Dinner





When they reached Jaxson's mansion, the tension of the fight was gone, replaced by something else.

Emma was waiting, arms crossed. Angry.

"You're late," she said, her voice sharp. "I already ate dinner. My baby was hungry."

Jaxson chuckled, stepping forward. With a swift motion, he picked her both cheeks and grinned. "You ate your dinner. Let me eat mine." He pulled her onto his lap, his hold gentle but firm. She huffed but didn't resist, letting him hold her close as the others took their seats.

The rest of the gang settled in, exhaustion creeping in as they ate. But Andrew barely touched his food. He watched the couples—the quiet way James rested his arm around Olivia, the whispered conversation between Rowan and Isabel. Even Jaxson and Emma's playful banter.

He finished his drink and stood up. "I'm heading home." His voice was even, but inside... something twisted.The others barely reacted, used to his detached demeanor. He strode toward the door, the cold air hitting him as he stepped outside.

As he stepped outside, he heard Robert sigh behind him.

"He may feel uncomfortable. You guys are all taken, and he is the only single one here."

Andrew paused for just a second. Then, without a word, he walked into the night.

The Mysterious Logo

6 AM – Andrew Smith's Home

The early morning air was crisp, the city still half-asleep under the fading night. Inside his home, Andrew Smith sat in his living room, a black coffee steaming on the table beside him. He was already dressed, his posture relaxed but sharp, his mind still processing last night's fight. It wasn't the first time they had been ambushed, but something about it felt different. Too coordinated. Too precise.

A knock sounded at the door, firm but not urgent. Andrew didn't flinch.

"Come in."

Rowan Williams stepped inside, his boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. His expression was serious, eyes holding something unreadable beneath their usual sharpness. He wasn't one to waste words, and neither was Andrew.

"They're all dead," Rowan said, skipping a greeting.

Andrew took a slow sip of his coffee. "I expected nothing less."

Rowan nodded, but his lips pressed together like he was holding something back. "That's not the problem. It's who sent them."

Andrew finally looked up, dark eyes meeting Rowan's. "Go on."

Rowan exhaled, shifting his weight. "No one knows. Not even a single one of them tried to talk before they went down." He hesitated. "But there was something... strange."

Andrew raised a brow.

"They all had a mark," Rowan continued. "Some kind of logo. Same place, same design. This wasn't just some random gang looking for a fight."

For the first time, Andrew leaned forward slightly, setting his coffee aside. His movements were slow, deliberate. "You're sure?"

"I checked. Every last one of them." Rowan's voice was firm. "I'll show you when we get to the company."

Andrew studied him for a long moment, then nodded. "Let's go."

Without another word, he grabbed his coat, the weight of the unknown already settling over him.

As they settled, Andrew pulled out his phone and dialed Robert. The phone rang twice before Robert picked up, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"What's up, boss?"

"You have a mission to accomplish," Andrew said smoothly. "It will take more than a month. If you need me, tell me immediately."

There was a brief pause before Robert responded. "Alright. Yes."

Andrew smirked slightly, remembering the way Robert had teased him the night before. "You leave at 10 AM. Don't be late."

Robert groaned but didn't argue. "Got it."

Andrew ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Rowan, who had been watching silently, shook his head with a smirk. "You're only sending him away because he was messing with you last night."

Andrew didn't confirm or deny it.

Rowan chuckled and stretched. "Alright, but before we go anywhere, you need to eat something."

Andrew nodded once, standing up. "Fine. Let's eat."

To be continued.....

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