Alexander had built his empire on power, precision, and paranoia. He trusted no one completely—not even those closest to him. Years of running the syndicate had taught him that betrayal could come from anyone, at any time. And so, he always kept eyes and ears everywhere, even within his own syndicate.
It was a stormy night when the first whispers reached him. A faint message, barely decipherable, came from one of his undercover informants—a man who had been planted within Rossum Digio's circle for years, quietly feeding information back to Alexander. The informant's message was brief but chilling: *Rossum, Eliza, and Dilna are plotting to take you down. The plan is set in motion.*
Alexander read the message twice, his expression unreadable. The betrayal wasn't entirely surprising. Rossum had always been ambitious, and Alexander had suspected that the young man's loyalty died with Giorgio. But Eliza and Dilna's involvement stung. He had left that part of his life behind, but it seemed the past had come back to haunt him once again.
Sitting in his office in their Bangalore headquarters, Alexander lit a cigar, the smoke curling around him as he stared at the rain pouring down outside. He would need to act swiftly and decisively. Any sign of weakness now, and it could all come crumbling down. He couldn't let that happen—not after everything he'd built.
Alexander's mind raced, formulating a plan. He had no choice but to make an example of Rossum. The betrayal needed to be answered with brutal force, to remind everyone that Alexander was still in control.
A few days later, the syndicate gathered in one of their sprawling properties in the outskirts of Bangalore. It was a grand event, under the guise of a routine meeting—a perfect opportunity for Alexander to assert his dominance. Rossum, unaware that his betrayal had been discovered, attended with the same calm arrogance he always carried.
The room was filled with high-ranking members of the syndicate. There was laughter, chatter, and the occasional toast to the empire that Giorgio had built and Alexander had expanded. Rossum stood confidently, exchanging pleasantries, unaware that his fate was already sealed.
Alexander watched from across the room, his eyes never leaving Rossum. He waited for the right moment—when everyone was comfortable, when the sense of security had settled in.
Then, without warning, Alexander stood, silencing the room with a single gesture. The air grew tense as all eyes turned to him. He spoke slowly, deliberately, his voice carrying the weight of command.
"Today, I've called you all here to remind you of something crucial," Alexander said, his gaze sweeping the room. "Loyalty. Trust. These are the foundations upon which we build our empire. But when those foundations are shaken by betrayal... there is only one response."
He turned his gaze to Rossum, locking eyes with him. Rossum's smile faltered, and a flicker of fear crossed his face as he realized what was happening.
"Rossum Digio," Alexander continued, his voice cold as steel. "You thought you could play your little game behind my back. You thought you could betray me—betray everything your father built—and get away with it. But you were wrong."
The room was deathly silent. Rossum tried to speak, to protest, but the words died in his throat. He reached for his gun, but Alexander's men were faster. In a heartbeat, they had disarmed him, holding him in place as Alexander slowly approached.
"Your ambition was always your downfall, Rossum," Alexander said, his voice low. "But it ends here."
Without another word, Alexander drew his gun and, in one swift motion, pulled the trigger. The sound echoed through the room as Rossum fell to the floor, lifeless. Blood pooled around his body as the syndicate members looked on in stunned silence.
Alexander holstered his gun, turning back to the rest of the room. "Let this be a lesson to all of you. Betrayal will not be tolerated. Ever."
The room remained silent, but the message was clear. Alexander was still in control, and anyone who dared to challenge him would meet the same fate as Rossum.
Later that night, as the rain poured down once again, Alexander stood alone in his office. The ghost of Rossum's betrayal lingered in the air, but Alexander felt no remorse. This was the world he lived in—a world of power, deception, and survival. He had made his choice long ago, and now there was no turning back.
He knew that Eliza and Dilna were still out there, plotting in the shadows. But for now, he had sent a clear message. And he would be ready for whatever came next.
Because in this world, there were no second chances. Only the strong survived.
