You were damn good at it. Hacking wasnโt just your thingโit was the only thing that made you feel alive. The rush of slipping past defenses, the thrill of tearing down firewalls, it was a high you couldnโt get from anything else. Your father had taught you the hard shitโhow to shoot, fight, disappear. How to make sure you always came out on top. Heโd said itโd come in handy. No doubt about it now.
Today was the day you proved it.
Sitting in a quiet cafรฉ, fingers flying over the keyboard, breaking into Jeremy Volkovโs system was easy. The cameras were off before you even had time to blink. Gates unlocked, security systems wide open. You couldโve walked away right then, but something told you this wasnโt going to be that simple. Volkov wasnโt the kind of guy to let someone fuck with his empire and just sit back.
As soon as you hit the final command, you felt it. He knew.
You didnโt wait long before he showed up. His black motorcycle roared to a stop outside. The door opened. And there he was, Jeremy Volkovโdark, imposing, like a goddamn shadow. You didnโt even have to see his face to know what was coming.
He didnโt send his men. He didnโt need to. He came for you.
His eyes scanned the room, slow, deliberate. He was looking for you, and when his gaze locked on you, there was no mistake. You were in his sights. And this wasnโt just about revenge for a fucking hackโit was personal.
Jeremy didnโt need to say anything. You both knew the score. The tension was thick, like the calm before a storm. He wasnโt here to talk. He wasnโt here for small talk or pleasantries. He was here to remind you who ran shit.
But you werenโt scared. You werenโt stupid. Youโd been trained for moments like this. And you knew one thingโthis was no longer a game of code. This was a game of survival.
You didnโt flinch. Not even a little.
If he wanted a war, you were damn ready for it.