Chapter Forty-One: It Is Far From Over

Matilda didn’t look back as she stepped out of the club, into the crisp night air. The scent of gunpowder still clung to her, mixing with the faint traces of perfume and whiskey from the club’s patrons. She exhaled slowly, relishing the quiet after the storm.

Behind her, Nico and Sable followed, their footfalls measured, controlled. They had just eliminated one of the last remaining players in The Consortium’s crumbling empire.

But there was no time to celebrate.

Because power never truly disappeared. It only shifted.

And Matilda knew someone was waiting to claim the scraps.

She slid into the backseat of the black SUV idling by the curb, adjusting the gun beneath her coat. Nico took the driver’s seat, Sable in the passenger’s. As the doors shut, a heavy silence filled the vehicle.

Finally, Nico ……