As the battle raged on, Senior Marcus Lanzo's face twisted in rage as he saw his allies abandoning him. "Cowards!" he spat.
" What's going on, we had a deal." He said angerly shouting at Garcia group's leader, Carlos.
" That doesn't include the lives of my men." Carlos answered as he and his men were backing out of the fight.
Eric's men, clad in black tactical gear, moved with precision, taking down the remaining Garcia men with swift efficiency. Derrick's team closed in, surrounding Marcus.
Derrick approached his uncle, his gun trained on him. "It's over, Marcus."
Marcus's eyes darted wildly, searching for an escape route. Finding none, he sneered at Derrick. "You'll never hold the family, Rick. You're weak."
Lena stepped forward, her eyes blazing. "You're the one who's weak, Marcus. Using others to do your dirty work."
Carlos, the Garcia leader, stopped at the entrance, his eyes locked on Derrick. "This isn't over, Lanzo. We'll be back."
