The night was alive with war. Gunfire cracked through the air, each shot was like a drumbeat in the chaos. The sharp scent of burning metal, gunpowder, and blood filled the wind, thick and suffocating. Smoke curled into the sky, rising from the compound’s walls like a warning of what was coming.
Victor stood at the front, his cold eyes locked on Xavier’s fortress.
There was no hesitation or fear in his eyes. Only one thing mattered—ending this war.
His grip on his rifle tightened. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. His son. Jordan. If he was still alive… Victor was getting him out. And Selena. His jaw clenched at the thought. If she was alive, he’d find her. But she wasn’t his priority. Not now. He forced the thought away, but it lingered, heavy in his chest.
His men stood behind
