Blood was drying on my back, but my words still came out clear.
"You're making a mistake, Rose," I said, my voice rough but steady.
She turned around, laughing like I'd told her a joke.
"A mistake?" she repeated. "I'm finally living the life I deserve."
"With Ammos?" I spat. "This isn't love, Rose. This is politics. This is power games. And you're just a pawn."
Ammos didn't like that. He stepped forward and crouched beside me, close enough that I could smell the arrogance off his breath.
"You think I'm playing games, Raiven? Bro you're the game. You're the one getting played."
But I wasn't talking to him.
I kept my eyes on Rose.
"You think helping Ammos destroy me will make your family stronger. But you don't know what you've just started. What you two are doing right now"
I took a breath, blood dripping from my mouth.
"can start a mine war."
That made her pause.
Ammos rolled his eyes. "What's he even talking about?"
Rose looked down at me. Her face twitched. That smirk—just for a second—vanished.
"You were always dramatic, Raiven."
"No," I said. "Just informed."
Outside.
The city had no idea what was coming.
The Tokota Boys' hideout was quiet on the surface. Only a few local members guarding it while the real Tokota heads — like Nigger Lu — were still at the mining sites protecting gold transports.
They didn't expect an attack.
They didn't expect Team Santana.
Because unlike Tokota Boys, Santana's strength was never in numbers.
It was in precision.
In discipline.
In training.
And above them all stood nigger X — the silent operator, the ghost general. Only one person stood a step below him: Joyce. And Joyce was already burning with fury after the news of Raiven's abduction spread across the underground network.
They didn't bring guns.
They didn't need them.
All the protection-grade weapons were deployed to the mines anyway.
So they came ready to improvise.
Shovels.
Pickaxes.
Crowbars.
Broken chairs.
Metal TV stands.
Cooking pots.
Bent spoons.
Hammered wrenches.
Steel cups.
Anything that could dent a skull or crush a bone.
They moved like a shadow wave through the alleyways, circling the Tokota base.
At the front: Joyce, wrapped fists, face blank, eyes set on destruction.
Behind her: a small squad just ten members. No more. But all of them killers. All of them trained for this.
No war cries.
Just footsteps.
Then Joyce raised her hand.
That was the signal.
The ambush exploded.
Santana's squad poured into the Tokota compound like fire ants. The guards barely had time to react.
A shovel slammed into the first one's ribs the sound of cracked bones echoed.
A spoon jabbed straight into an eye socket no hesitation.
Two more got mowed down by swinging iron rods as Joyce spun through them like a hurricane, ducking under punches, stomping knees, driving an elbow into someone's throat.
One Tokota shouted for backup.
Too late.
A cooking pot flew across the compound and struck him square in the face, sending him reeling into a table.
Inside the house, Rose flinched.
"What was that?"
Ammos stiffened. "Stay here."
He rushed to the window.
And what he saw drained the color from his face.
Team Santana had breached the walls.
Five Tokotas already down. Two bleeding. The rest scrambling for weapons but they had nothing. Their shotguns were at the mine outposts. The real enforcers were hours away.
All they had were fists and fear.
Ammos cursed and turned back to Rose.
"They're here."
Rose's eyes widened. "But how?"
He didn't answer. He kicked over a chair, grabbed a rusted machete, and stormed toward the hallway.
Outside, Joyce was a storm in boots.
She grabbed a Tokota by the throat, lifted him, and slammed his head into a metal pole. Blood sprayed. She didn't stop moving.
Niger X came through the rear entrance silent, ruthless.
He carried a steel pipe and swung it like a blade. Three clean hits. Three guards down. No mercy.
Back inside.
I could hear the chaos now. Faint screams. Steel crashing. Glass breaking.
Ammos was trying to rally the house guards, but they were folding fast.
I turned to Rose.
"You still think you're untouchable?" I said, low and slow.
She gritted her teeth.
"You brought this on yourself."
"No," I said, smiling despite the pain. "You did. When you forgot who you were messing with."
Her hand tightened on the chain.
"I should kill you now."
"Then do it," I said, eyes burning. "Because if I walk out of here alive I'm not coming for revenge."
She paused.
"I'm coming for everything."