Rain hit the city like warning shots.
Lwandile loaded his gun with precision — same way he used to before every major job, back in the days when he ruled the streets. Lynn watched him from across the room.
> "You sure you're ready to go back to that life?" she asked.
> "For you?" He looked up. "I never really left."
Lynn's plan was simple: they'd leak fake intel about a secret meeting she was having with a rival investor. Word would reach Thabiso. He'd come running to sabotage it — and they'd be waiting.
> "We hit him with surveillance, evidence, witnesses. He falls tonight," she said.
Lwandile nodded. "Let's go hunt."
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Location: Old Observatory Warehouse – 11:27 p.m.
The setup was perfect.
Lights out. Cameras hidden. Men in place. Lynn stood alone under a flickering bulb — playing bait.
Footsteps. Then voices.
> "You really thought you'd win, Lynn?" Thabiso's voice echoed.
He stepped out of the shadows — not alone.
Behind him: two armed guards and... her cousin, Naledi?
> "You brought family into this?" Lynn hissed.
> "She brought herself," Thabiso smirked. "Blood doesn't always mean loyalty."
Lwandile stepped out behind them, gun raised.
> "I suggest everyone lowers their weapons before this turns into a funeral."
But it was too late.
Bang!
One shot rang out. Screams. Lynn ducked. Glass shattered.
Naledi was hit — but not dead.
> "She wasn't meant to be here!" Lynn shouted.
Chaos erupted. Thabiso fled.
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Back at the villa
Lynn pressed ice to her face, shaken.
> "He's not just trying to ruin us," she whispered. "He's trying to destroy everything I love."
Lwandile sat beside her, blood on his sleeve, rage in his eyes.
> "Then we don't wait anymore," he said. "Next episode… we finish him."