𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 ⅰ

𝓶𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿

Five years ago, I took everything from Prince. His empire. His power. His name. Now, the streets belong to me.

The drug trade in South California has changed since I took over. I expanded operations, built connections with the right people, and eliminated the ones who didn't fall in line. Some tried to fight back, but they all ended up six feet under or sent far away, like Prince. I made an example out of him, and nobody has dared to challenge me since.

But power comes with problems.

I sit in my office, fingers tapping against my desk as Javier, one of my most trusted men, stands in front of me. His face is tense, eyes shifting slightly—something's wrong.

"You sure about this?" I ask, keeping my voice calm.

Javier nods. "Yeah, boss. Word is some of Prince's old guys are trying to regroup. They been moving weight in small parts of the city, testing boundaries."

I exhale slowly, my jaw tightening. "So they wanna play games?"

Javier hesitates before speaking. "More like they wanna see how far they can go before you do something about it."

A low chuckle leaves my lips. They must have forgotten who the fuck I am.

I lean back in my chair, cracking my knuckles. "Alright. Have Diego and the others watch them. Don't make a move yet—I wanna see who's really behind this."

Javier nods. "Got it."

After he leaves, I run a hand down my face. Five years of power. Five years of keeping my family safe. Five years of making sure no one comes close to threatening what I built. And still, there's always somebody dumb enough to test me.

I glance at the clock—Giselle is probably at home right now with Prince.

For a moment, I let my mind drift to her. My wife. My queen. She changed my life in ways I never expected. When we first met, she was hesitant about this world, scared of what it would do to her. But now? She's stronger. Smarter. She understands the game.

And now, she's pregnant again.

A smirk tugs at my lips. I should be home with her, rubbing her belly, talking to my unborn child, listening to her tell me about wedding clients or whatever has her excited today. That's where I wanna be.

But this world doesn't let me rest.

My phone buzzes, pulling me back to reality. I check the screen—it's Diego.

I answer. "Talk to me."

"They're making moves tonight," he says. "What you wanna do?"

I stare out the window, eyes locked on the city skyline. The empire I built.

I smile, but there's no warmth in it.

"Send a message."

Tonight, they'll learn the hard way—Michael Jackson still runs this city.

-

The air is thick with tension as I step out of the black SUV. The warehouse on the east side of the city looks abandoned, but I know better. This is where Prince's old guys have been making moves—my men tracked them here.

I adjust my leather gloves, glancing at Diego. "You sure this is the place?"

He nods. "Yeah, boss. They've been meeting here for weeks."

I exhale slowly, anger simmering beneath the surface. If someone thinks they can take from me, they got another thing coming.

We push through the doors, my footsteps echoing in the dimly lit space. Inside, four of Prince's old guys stand near a table covered in cash and weapons. They turn when they see me—fear instantly flashing in their eyes.

"You weren't expecting me, were you?" I say, tilting my head.

One of them, a tall motherfucker with a scar over his lip, swallows hard. "We—we got no problem with you, Mike. We were just—"

"Just what?" I step closer, staring him down. "Just testing how far you could go? Just playing in my city?"

Another guy shifts uncomfortably. "It's not like that."

I chuckle darkly. "Then what the fuck is it?"

Scar-Lip glances at his boys, then takes a deep breath.

"We ain't in charge."

That stops me for a second. I narrow my eyes. "Then who is?"

The room falls silent. No one dares to speak.

I pull out my gun and point it directly at his head. "I said—who the fuck is running this?"

Before he can answer, a voice echoes from the shadows.

"That would be me."

The blood in my veins turns ice cold.

I know that voice.

It's been years, but I'd recognize it anywhere.

I slowly turn toward the dark corner of the warehouse. High heels click against the concrete as a woman steps into the light, her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Lisa Marie Presley.

She looks different. Colder. Dressed in all black, her hair slicked back, eyes filled with something twisted—hatred, revenge, maybe both.

My grip tightens on my gun, but I don't raise it.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," I mutter.

Lisa tilts her head. "Miss me, baby?"

I clench my jaw. "Not even a little."

She laughs. "That's a shame. Because I've been thinking about you a lot."

Diego shifts beside me, his hand hovering near his weapon. Lisa notices and raises a brow. "Relax, boys. I didn't come here to die tonight."

I step closer, my eyes burning into hers. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Lisa shrugs, crossing her arms. "Taking back what's mine."

I scoff. "Yours? You never ran shit."

She smirks. "Didn't I? You think I didn't know what you were up to back in the day? You think I didn't have my own connections?" She shakes her head. "You were always so fucking arrogant, Michael. So sure that you were the only one who could play the game."

I glare at her, my patience running thin. "So what? You teamed up with Prince's people?"

Lisa's smile fades. "I don't team up with losers. I took over. They work for me now."

My stomach twists. This bitch really came back to take everything from me.

Lisa steps even closer, lowering her voice. "You took everything from me, Michael. My marriage. My name. My power. You made me look weak." She leans in, her lips inches from my ear. "Now it's my turn."

I don't flinch.

I smirk, shaking my head. "You really think you can beat me?"

Lisa's eyes glimmer with something dangerous. "We'll see."

I step back, my gun still in hand. This isn't over.

Not even close.

I turn to my men. "Let's go."

For now, I walk away. But Lisa?

She just signed her fucking death sentence.

-

I drive back to Neverland with my hands gripping the wheel so tight my knuckles turn white. My mind is racing, filled with every word Lisa said, every smug look she threw my way.

I should've killed her right then and there.

But no. This isn't something I can handle impulsively. Lisa is smart—too smart. She's been planning this for years, and now she's got Prince's people under her thumb.

She wants war.

And I sure as hell ain't gonna lose.

By the time I pull up to havenhurts, the sun is setting, casting an orange glow over the land. I take a deep breath before stepping out of the car, trying to cool the fire in my chest.

I walk into the house, and the smell of something warm fills the air—Giselle's cooking. My everything. My peace.

But tonight? There ain't no peace.

I find her in the kitchen, standing by the stove, stirring a pot. Her hair is tied back, a few loose strands framing her face. She turns when she hears me, smiling.

"There you are," she says softly. "Dinner's almost done. You hungry?"

I walk up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, burying my face in her neck. I just need to hold her for a second.

She leans into me, sensing something's wrong. "What happened?"

I exhale, placing a kiss on her shoulder. "We need to talk."

Her body tenses slightly. "Okay..." She turns off the stove and faces me. "What is it?"

I lean against the counter, crossing my arms. "I went to handle some business today. There's been some movement in LA—Prince's old guys are back in action."

Her eyes darken. "I thought you handled them?"

I nod. "I did. But someone else took over."

She frowns. "Who?"

I hesitate. But she needs to know.

I look her in the eyes. "Lisa."

For a second, she doesn't react. Then, she lets out a short, bitter laugh. "Lisa? As in your ex-wife?"

I nod.

Her face twists in disbelief. "You're telling me she's running things now? Since when?"

"Since I took Prince out of the game." I shake my head. "She's been planning this for a long time, Gigi. She's got Prince's men working for her. She's taking over."

Giselle crosses her arms. "And what does she want?"

I sigh. "She says she's 'taking back what's hers.' That I took everything from her, so now she's coming for me."

Giselle stares at me for a long moment. Then, she scoffs. "You gotta be kidding me."

I run a hand over my face. "I wish I was."

Giselle shakes her head. "That bitch is delusional. She left you. She walked away from all this. And now she wants to play queenpin?" She lets out a humorless laugh. "Unbelievable."

I watch her closely. "You worried?"

She meets my gaze, her expression hard. "No."

I smirk a little. That's my girl.

But then her eyes soften. "I'm not scared of her, Michael. But... I don't want this to get ugly."

I cup her face, rubbing my thumb along her cheek. "It won't."

She gives me a look. "You don't know that."

I sigh. "You're right. But I swear on my life, baby—I won't let her touch you."

Giselle nods slowly. Then, she smirks. "I just think it's funny."

I raise a brow. "What?"

She grins. "That Lisa really thought she could replace me."

I chuckle. Damn right.

Because Lisa? She may have played the long game. But she forgot one thing.

I always win.

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