The night at M'bogo's mansion had shifted the game entirely. He wasn't just another powerful billionaire with dark secrets—he was a king ruling from the shadows, pulling the strings of politicians, criminals, and corporations alike.
And Ochieng knew one thing for certain.
He had to fall.
Back at the safe house, Sienna placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of Ochieng before sitting across from him.
"The girl we rescued—her name is Lina. She was about to be forced into a contract that would have trapped her for life," Sienna said, rubbing her temples. "M'bogo runs an underground ring. Women, money laundering, even organ trafficking. Everything leads back to him."
Abasi scoffed. "Of course it does. We've seen men like him before. Untouchable. Surrounded by his empire."
Ochieng sipped his coffee, his mind already crafting a plan.
"He's untouchable legally," Ochieng said, placing the cup down. "But not in the world he's built for himself."
Sienna raised an eyebrow. "Meaning?"
Ochieng leaned forward, his voice steady.
"We make him crumble from the inside."
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The plan wasn't just to expose M'bogo. That would take years, and he had enough influence to make problems disappear.
Instead, they needed to turn his empire against him.
Step one: Break his alliances.
Step two: Cut off his resources.
Step three: Make him the hunted.
Their first target was Donovan Reyes, a South American arms dealer who supplied M'bogo's security teams. Without weapons, M'bogo's men were just highly trained soldiers—ones that could be bought or turned.
Ochieng made the call.
A private number. A deal that couldn't be ignored.
By the time they were done, Reyes had agreed to cut M'bogo off and redirect all shipments elsewhere.
Step one: complete.
But Ochieng wasn't done. He needed to weaken M'bogo further.
Their second move targeted M'bogo's money laundering operation. With a bit of hacking, Sienna and Abasi managed to leak critical financial transactions to a corrupt politician—one who had been waiting for an excuse to betray M'bogo.
Within hours, police raids started hitting M'bogo's shell companies. Accounts were frozen. Panic spread.
Step two: in motion.
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Two nights later, a silver envelope arrived at their safe house.
An invitation.
Ochieng tore it open, his expression unreadable.
"M'bogo requests your presence. Midnight. The Red Lion Club."
Sienna exhaled. "He knows we're moving against him."
Abasi folded his arms. "This could be a trap."
Ochieng smirked. "Of course it is. But we're going anyway."
Sienna rolled her eyes. "Why do I even argue with you anymore?"
Ochieng stood, grabbing his coat. "Because you secretly love the danger."
She shook her head but smiled.
"Let's go meet the king."
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Midnight.
The club was a fortress. Two dozen guards. Hidden weapons. Eyes everywhere.
Ochieng walked in first, his confidence unreadable. Sienna and Abasi followed, blending into the luxury and chaos.
M'bogo sat in a private lounge, sipping whiskey as he watched them approach.
"You've been busy," he mused, setting his glass down.
Ochieng sat across from him. "I don't like tyrants."
M'bogo chuckled. "And yet, here you are. In my domain."
Ochieng smirked. "For now."
A beat of silence. Then, M'bogo leaned forward, his expression shifting to something darker.
"You think you can play this game and win?"
Ochieng's eyes never wavered.
"I don't play games. I end them."
M'bogo's gaze burned. "Careful, Ochieng. The cost of a crown is always paid in blood."
Ochieng smiled.
"Then I hope you're ready to bleed."
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The air was thick with tension.
M'bogo leaned back, exuding the confidence of a man who believed himself untouchable. He tapped the rim of his whiskey glass before giving Ochieng a long, assessing look.
"I admire your courage," he said. "It's almost… entertaining."
Ochieng didn't respond. He had already noticed the two armed guards shifting closer, their hands lingering near their concealed weapons.
M'bogo sighed dramatically. "But I can't have you running around, causing problems. You understand, don't you?"
Ochieng smirked. "Oh, I understand perfectly. But the real question is… do you?"
M'bogo raised an eyebrow.
That was the moment the club's power shut off.
The entire Red Lion Club plunged into darkness.
Screams erupted. The music cut. Confusion spread.
And in that moment, Ochieng struck.
His fist connected with the first guard's jaw—a clean, brutal hit that sent the man crashing to the floor.
The second guard reached for his gun, but Abasi was already moving. A flash of metal—**a knife slicing through the air—**and the gun was knocked from his hand before he could fire.
M'bogo shot up from his seat, his composure finally cracking.
"You dare—"
A gun pressed against his temple.
Sienna stood behind him, her expression cold and ruthless.
"Sit," she ordered.
M'bogo slowly sank back into his seat, his hands raising in mock surrender.
"You think this changes anything?" he sneered.
Ochieng grinned. "No. But this does."
He pulled out a phone and tossed it onto the table. The screen flickered, revealing a live broadcast.
It was a video feed from one of M'bogo's secret warehouses—now swarmed by armed men. His empire was burning.
M'bogo's expression twisted with rage.
"You think I built all of this without backup plans?" he hissed. "You're making a mistake."
Ochieng leaned in.
"No, M'bogo. You did."
Then, with one swift motion, he slammed his elbow against M'bogo's skull—knocking the king into unconsciousness.
The era of M'bogo was over.
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