Billionaire: Money and Power

Hunting Season Begins

Lagos was alive at night. Neon lights flickered, music boomed from street corners, and the roads pulsed with movement. But beneath it all, a tension ran through the city.

Joshua could feel it.

The bounty had changed everything.

Now, everyone wanted a piece of him.

That was fine.

Because he wanted a piece of them, too.

Setting the Trap

Joshua leaned against the hood of the car, arms crossed. Tunde paced nearby, while Zainab checked her pistol.

"The Order sent their offer," Joshua said. "I said no."

Tunde sighed. "Yeah, no shit. We were there."

Zainab didn't look up. "And now they'll try to kill you. Again."

Joshua smirked. "Exactly."

Tunde blinked. "You're smiling. Why are you smiling?"

Joshua pushed off the car. "Because we're about to send our message."

He pulled out his phone and sent a single text.

"Let them come."

The Ambush

The hideout was an old warehouse near the docks. Dark, abandoned. The perfect hunting ground.

Joshua and his team were waiting on the upper level, hidden in the shadows.

They didn't have to wait long.

Three black SUVs pulled up outside.

Figures stepped out—six, maybe seven. Armed. Moving like professionals.

The Order wasn't playing games.

Too bad for them.

Neither was Joshua.

He tapped his earpiece. "Zainab?"

"On the roof. Got eyes on them."

"Tunde?"

"Behind the crates. Ready to light them up."

Joshua smiled. "Good."

Then he stepped out of the shadows.

First Blood

The mercenaries tensed the moment they saw him.

One of them—a tall man with a scarred face—smirked. "Brave of you to show up alone."

Joshua tilted his head. "Who said I was alone?"

CRACK!

Zainab's sniper rifle sang. A bullet punched through the skull of one mercenary.

Chaos erupted.

The others scrambled, trying to react—

Too late.

Tunde popped up from behind the crates, dual pistols barking. Two men went down before they could even fire.

The scarred man cursed and fired at Joshua.

Joshua moved.

He ducked, rolled, and came up swinging. His fist smashed into the guy's throat, cutting off his shout. A second punch shattered his jaw.

The man dropped.

Four down. Three left.

One tried to run.

Joshua pulled his gun and shot him in the leg. The man collapsed with a scream.

Two left.

One lunged at Joshua with a knife. Sloppy.

Joshua caught his wrist, twisted—snap.

The knife fell. So did the man.

One left.

Zainab was already on him. A clean shot to the chest.

Silence.

Bodies on the ground. Blood on the floor.

Joshua exhaled. "That went well."

Tunde kicked one of the bodies. "Yeah. Real smooth."

Zainab walked over, wiping her rifle. "What now?"

Joshua crouched by the only survivor—the guy he shot in the leg. The man groaned, clutching his wound.

Joshua grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up.

"Go back to your bosses," Joshua said. "Tell them what happened here."

The man whimpered.

Joshua leaned in, voice cold.

"Tell them Lagos isn't theirs anymore."

A Warning in Fire

Thirty minutes later, the warehouse burned.

Flames swallowed the building, licking the sky like hungry beasts.

Joshua stood outside, watching. The heat kissed his face, but he didn't move.

Zainab stood beside him. "This is reckless."

Joshua's eyes gleamed. "This is necessary."

Tunde crossed his arms. "And what if this makes things worse?"

Joshua smiled.

"Then they'll wish they killed me sooner."

Lagos