"Have you still not caught those damn women?" Giovane growled, unable to contain his fury as he snapped at his companion.
"Damn it! Find them! I don't believe they escaped that easily. Search every corner—thoroughly! Or I'll kill you myself!" He drew his gun and aimed it directly at his trembling henchman.
"Y–Yes, boss." The man stammered, then rushed out without another word.
Giovane's rage boiled over—he smashed anything within reach. Bottles, tables, crates—nothing was spared.
"How can I help?" Charles asked, exhaling deeply at the chaos unfolding before him.
In his mind, he had planned to help rescue the other women, but he hadn't expected the opportunity to come like this. Still, he wasn't surprised to find Alexander and Isabel were involved.
Felix was right, Charles thought. Damn, that guy never misses.
"We're so close to uncovering the truth!" Giovane shouted. "I know that group is behind this!"
His irritation still hadn't cooled. Charles silently watched the CCTV footage of the escape, mind racing.
Who gave them the key? Who helped them? he wondered. Is this all a trap to expose someone in our ranks? I need to tread carefully... very carefully.
He was so deep in thought he didn't notice Giovane sigh behind him. The look Giovane gave him wasn't ordinary—it triggered Charles' internal alarm. Without hesitation, his hand shifted subtly toward his gun.
"Charles, go help the others. They're a mess—they still haven't found those women," Giovane muttered, shaking his head.
"I'm on it," Charles replied simply, gearing up.
"Be careful with your actions," Giovane added, almost as if he were giving a cryptic warning.
Charles turned away, unease prickling down his spine. Something felt off—ominous, like a shadow looming over him.
"Yeah," he muttered, grabbing his gear. His skin tingled with the sensation of looming betrayal.
"I'm heading out. Going hunting first," the man said before looking back at Charles.
Charles gave him a nod. "Yeah."
He slipped out quietly, closing the door behind him. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he walked.
Giovane knows me too well, he thought. He's playing with fire. The fire of death. But this time, he'll burn in his own trap.
No more dirty games, Giovane. I'll step in myself.
He moved toward the warehouse exit, retrieving a mask hidden in his gun bag. He'd need it soon.
He wasn't surprised to feel eyes on him. He had sensed it since stepping into the warehouse. Someone was tailing him.
He already knew who.
Alexander's men, he thought. One of our own is the traitor.
He chuckled darkly. You think I wouldn't notice? But Alexander... your time will come. Your life will bite you back.
He stopped suddenly. Pulled out his gun. Fired without hesitation.
The shot rang out across the quiet forest.
He walked calmly to the downed figure, who was gasping for breath. A perfect hit—right in the vital spot. Another one of their organization.
He shook his head in disappointment.
"You won't succeed," he said coldly, then shot again.
He knelt close. "Tell Alexander... I'm playing his deadly game now. If you're listening, Alexander—come and get me yourself."
A final shot silenced the traitor for good.
He moved further away, still hearing Giovane's men in the distance. But he knew where to go. Someone was waiting.
Only a select few knew of his private hideout—his underground basement.
He slipped on his mask and moved with stealth, approaching the hidden entrance.
The scanner detected only his eyes—and that was enough. The gate opened with a soft mechanical click.
Inside, he found Felix sitting calmly with the women who had escaped.
"Hey," Felix greeted him with a faint smile.
He sighed in relief. Felix, too, wore a mask just like in the old days.
"What's going on, Alpha?" he asked, his voice steady but firm.
Felix stood. "Don't be mad. My cousin Fernan brought them here. They'll head to Beta soon."
He sighed again. "Do what you want."
Felix tilted his head. "I smell blood. Did you kill someone?"
He nodded. "You mean the traitor? Yeah. I killed him."
Felix said nothing more.
They walked down to the deeper levels of the basement—his space was far larger than William's or Vince's. Designed for this purpose.
He welcomed the rescued women, who followed him silently, their faces weary and fearful.
"This way. Don't be afraid," he said gently. "You'll meet the others soon."
They nodded, still exhausted but clinging to hope.
"This will be your shelter," Felix added reassuringly.
Once they were settled, he returned upstairs. His companions were waiting. Felix stood quietly, mask now removed.
War was coming. And they were ready.