~Jason's POV~
The city was restless, and so was I. Every corner I turned, every whisper I caught, felt like a thread pulling me tighter into a web I couldn't escape. The Queen Bee's empire wasn't just growing it was reshaping the entire underworld, and the Viper's venom was seeping into cracks I didn't even know existed. My mind was a battlefield, haunted by memories of a woman who had vanished into smoke and flames, only to rise again with a crown heavy enough to crush anyone beneath it.
I found myself pacing the narrow room of the safehouse, maps spread out like war plans beneath my fingertips, the glow of the tablet reflecting off tired eyes. This wasn't just about crime anymore. It was a war of legacies, old wounds, and betrayals that ran deeper than I cared to admit.
