The afternoon sunlight streamed through the high windows of the mansion, but even its warmth couldn't pierce the cold unease that had settled over Clara. She sat in the living room, absently flipping through a book while her mind replayed the image of the shadowy figure she'd seen at the gates.
Benjamin entered, his movements quiet but deliberate, and Clara immediately closed the book. His sharp eyes didn't miss the tension etched on her face.
"You're distracted," he noted, sitting beside her.
"I saw someone," Clara admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Near the gates this morning. They disappeared before I could do anything."
Benjamin's jaw tightened. "You should have told me sooner."
"I didn't want to worry you," she said, her gaze dropping. "You already have so much on your plate with The Raven."
He reached out, cupping her face gently. "Clara, your safety comes first. Always. If you see anything like that again, you tell me immediately."
She nodded, leaning into his touch. "I just don't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden," Benjamin said firmly. "You're my reason for doing all this."
The intensity in his words left Clara momentarily speechless. She was about to respond when Marcus appeared in the doorway.
"Boss, we've got a situation," Marcus said, his tone grim.
Benjamin stood, his demeanor shifting instantly to that of the commanding Mafia King. "What is it?"
"The Raven made their first real move," Marcus explained. "One of our warehouses was hit. They took a shipment and left a message behind."
Benjamin's fists clenched. "Where?"
"Dockside. They didn't even try to hide it. It's a provocation."
"I'll handle this," Benjamin said, turning to Clara. "Stay here. Evelyn's inside, and the mansion is heavily guarded. You'll be safe."
Clara grabbed his arm before he could leave. "Be careful."
"I always am," he assured her, though the fire in his eyes betrayed the storm brewing inside him.
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The docks were eerily quiet when Benjamin and his men arrived. The remnants of the raid were clear—broken crates, scattered goods, and the unmistakable spray-painted symbol of a raven on the wall.
"They wanted us to find this," Marcus said, kicking a broken crate aside.
Benjamin surveyed the scene with narrowed eyes. "They're sending a message. But what's their endgame?"
Adrian, who had been examining the graffiti, spoke up. "This isn't just about intimidation. It's territorial. They're staking a claim."
Benjamin's lip curled into a dangerous smirk. "If they want a fight, they'll get one."
He turned to Marcus. "Increase patrols around our key sites. Double security at the warehouses. And send a message back—make sure they know who they're dealing with."
"On it," Marcus replied, already issuing orders to the others.
As the men worked to secure the area, Benjamin's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression hardening when he saw Evelyn's name.
"What is it?" he asked, answering the call.
"We've uncovered something," Evelyn said, her voice urgent. "The Raven isn't just a single person. It's an entire network."
Benjamin's grip on the phone tightened. "Go on."
"They've been infiltrating smaller gangs across the city, consolidating power. And now they're targeting you directly because you're the biggest obstacle in their way."
"So, they're building an empire," Benjamin muttered.
"Exactly. But there's more. I've traced some of their movements, and it looks like they've been using a shell company to fund their operations. The trail leads back to someone in your circle."
Benjamin's blood ran cold. "You're saying I have a traitor?"
"It's possible," Evelyn confirmed. "But I need more time to be sure."
"Find out who it is," Benjamin ordered. "And when you do, let me know immediately."
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Back at the mansion, Clara couldn't shake her unease. The image of the figure at the gates haunted her, and she felt a growing sense of dread. She decided to distract herself by helping the kitchen staff prepare dinner, but even the familiar comfort of cooking couldn't ease her mind.
As she chopped vegetables, Evelyn entered the kitchen. The older woman's usually composed demeanor was slightly frazzled, a rare sight.
"Clara," Evelyn began, "I need to speak with you."
Clara set the knife down and wiped her hands on a towel. "What's wrong?"
"It's about Benjamin," Evelyn said, lowering her voice. "He's dealing with something far bigger than he's letting on."
"I know," Clara replied softly. "He doesn't tell me much, but I can see it weighing on him."
Evelyn hesitated before continuing. "The Raven isn't just another rival gang. They're organized, calculated. And they've already managed to infiltrate parts of Benjamin's operations. If we're not careful, they could take everything he's built."
Clara's heart sank. "Is he in danger?"
"We're all in danger," Evelyn admitted. "But Benjamin is strong. He'll do whatever it takes to protect you."
Clara nodded, her resolve hardening. "Then I'll do whatever it takes to protect him, too."
Evelyn gave her a small, approving smile. "You're stronger than you realize, Clara. And Benjamin is lucky to have you."
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Later that evening, Benjamin returned to the mansion, his expression dark. Clara met him at the door, her worry evident.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Nothing I can't handle," he said dismissively, but Clara wasn't convinced.
"Benjamin, please. Don't shut me out."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "The Raven is escalating. They hit one of our warehouses and left a message. And Evelyn thinks there's a traitor in my ranks."
Clara's eyes widened. "A traitor?"
"It's not confirmed," Benjamin added quickly. "But I need to be prepared for anything."
Clara placed a hand on his chest. "We'll get through this. Together."
Benjamin leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. "I don't deserve you," he murmured.
"No, you do," she said firmly.
Their moment was interrupted by the sudden sound of shattering glass. Both turned toward the noise, their instincts on high alert.
Benjamin immediately moved to shield Clara, his hand reaching for the gun at his side.
"Stay here," he ordered, his voice low but commanding.
As he moved toward the source of the noise, Clara's heart raced. She knew danger was never far in Benjamin's world, but this felt different—closer, more personal.
And as the shadows in the mansion seemed to close in, Clara couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come.