The final confrontation was no longer something they could delay or avoid. Malia could feel the weight of every decision they'd made, each move they'd taken leading them closer to this moment. It wasn't just a battle for their business or their reputation—it was a fight for their freedom, for their future. Every fiber of Malia's being was on edge as she stood beside Nixus, their hands brushing together, a silent reminder that they were in this together. They had always been in this together, but now, they were bound by something deeper—something stronger.
The rival—the one who had orchestrated the entire ordeal—had been waiting for them. Malia's heart pounded in her chest as she stepped into the cold, dimly lit room, the faint smell of stale tobacco lingering in the air. The walls seemed to close in on her, but she held her ground. She wasn't backing down this time.
