The night was suffocatingly silent. The type of silence that carried a warning.
Victor Nyagah stood at the balcony of his newly acquired governor's residence, staring into the dark horizon. His county, the land he had fought so hard to lead; was quiet, but beneath that quietness, he could feel the tension simmering. He took a slow breath, his grip tightening around the railing. He had expected resistance. But not this soon. Not this ruthless.
His phone buzzed in his hand. Unknown number. Again.
He hesitated, then answered.
A distorted voice spoke. Deep. Hollow. Untraceable.
"Governor Nyagah… You don't belong here. Walk away, or you won't walk at all."
Victor clenched his jaw. A threat. The fourth one in a week. He had barely warmed the governor's seat, and the wolves were already circling.
"Who are you?"Â he asked, his voice calm but firm.
A low chuckle. Cold. Amused.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is that you don't make it to your hundredth day in office. You have a good life, Governor. Keep it that way."
Click. The line went dead.
Victor stared at his phone for a moment before placing it on the balcony rail. He could feel it now, the weight of the battle ahead. His opponents weren't just corrupt politicians skimming government funds. They were men willing to kill for power.
He turned back into his office and walked to his desk. A single file lay open. Inside was a report exposing fraudulent contracts, stolen billions, and a deep-rooted syndicate that had been bleeding the county dry for years. The previous governor, his top advisors, even certain police commanders. They were all in it.
Victor closed the file. He had two choices: walk away like they wanted… or fight.
His decision had been made long before he ever took office.
They wanted war. He would give them war.