Mchi stood in the center of his dimly lit office, his fingers drumming on the polished mahogany desk. The room, filled with opulent furniture and thick drapes, was a personal sanctuary from the chaotic world outside.


    Despite itsfort, Mchi felt a growing unease, an instinctive warning that trouble was near. His mind reyed the recent events, the losses they had suffered, and the increasing threat posed by Ezra. It was a good thing that the Count had ordered Ezra''s death.


    There was a knock on the door, startling him out of his thoughts. He shouldn''t have been caught off guard like that. He should always be alert, even in his own domain. He listened for a heartbeat. Finding one, he quickly called up his chameleon,yering a dark brown over his eyes. "Come in." Hemanded.


    The door creaked open, and Garth, Mchi''s trusted proxy, stepped inside. His face was tight with tension, his usual confident demeanor overshadowed by the weight of whatever news he was bringing. Whatever ot was, it wasn''t good. He walked briskly to the desk, pausing a moment to collect his thoughts.


    "Mchi," Garth began, his voice low and urgent, "we have a situation."


    Mchi looked up, his deep voice resonating in the stillness of the room. "What is it, Garth?"


    Garth took a deep breath, his eyes locking with Mchi''s. "Ezra, the boogeyman, approached me. He made an offer for the Red Orphans. He''s making a final push. He wants control of the gang and gave me an ultimatum. Hand it over, or face the consequences."


    Mchi''s expression lightened up and he began tough. Garth watched in confusion. Who knew that the man he was looking to kill would present himself to him. Heastered himself quickly and his face darkened, his gaze growing more intense. "And what did you tell him?"


    "I told him I''d consider it," Garth replied quickly, "but I knew you''d want to handle this yourself. He''s too confident, Mchi. He thinks he can just walk in and take what''s ours."


    Mchi''s lips curled into a sinister smile, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Good. We can use his arrogance against him. This is our chance to eliminate him once and for all."


    Garth nodded, a sense of relief evident in his stance. "What''s the n, boss?"


    Mchi leaned back, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as he considered their options. "We''ll set a trap. Make it seem like you''re willing to negotiate. When he shows up, we''ll ambush him."


    Garth listened intently. "Where should we do it?"


    Mchi''s eyes glinted with a calcting gleam. "The old docks. It''s isted, and we can control the environment. Make sure our best fighters are in position. We need to cover all possible exits. Ezra won''t know what hit him."


    Garth''s mind raced with logistics, mapping out the steps they needed to take. "I''ll get on it right away. We''ll be ready."


    Mchi stood, his short stature belied by the power he exuded. His voice, deep andmanding, filled the room. "This is our chance to rid ourselves of a significant threat. Ensure everything is in ce. Failure is not an option. Send in my assistant."


    As Garth left to execute the n, Mchi felt a sense of satisfaction. The thought of outmaneuvering Ezra and securing their position brought a rare smile to his face. He knew Ezra was powerful, made strong by the relic, but overconfidence could be his downfall.


    His wife walked in. "You called for me?" She asked, smiling at him.


    "Get ready." He told her. "I''ll be needing your sound dampening tonight."


    Mchi spent the next hour meticulously nning the ambush, considering every possible variable. Through Garth, he instructed his top lieutenants, ensuring they understood the importance of their roles.


    The old docks, with their maze of warehouses and narrow alleyways, provided the perfect setting for their trap. Mchi visualized the encounter, every move and counter-move, ensuring there would be no room for error. Not when Count Solomon was counting on him.


    Later that night, Mchi stood, hidden, on the rooftop of one of the warehouses, overlooking the docks. The moon cast a silvery glow over the water, and the distant sounds of the city seemed muted, as if the world held its breath for what was toe. He could see his men taking their positions, shadows flitting from building to building, securing the perimeter.


    His wives were in ce, their power nketing the ce, unnoted by the human grunts.


    Garth approached him quietly, his presence almost a whisper against the backdrop of the night. "Everything is set, Mchi. Our men are in ce, and all exits are covered."


    Mchi nodded, his eyes never leaving the scene below. "Good. Ezra wille thinking he has the upper hand. Let''s make sure he leaves knowing he was wrong."


    As the night deepened, the docks grew eerily silent. Mchi''s confidence in his n grew with each passing minute. He had faced many enemies, but Ezra was different. Cunning, powerful, and dangerous. But tonight, Mchi was determined to prove that even the Boogeyman could be brought down.


    The sound of footsteps echoed faintly, drawing Mchi''s attention. He peered into the darkness, spotting a lone figure approaching. Ezra moved with a vampire''s predatory grace, his dark coat billowing slightly in the wind. Mchi felt a surge of adrenaline. The moment of truth had arrived.


    He watched as Ezra approached the designated meeting spot, his movements cautious yet confident. Garth stood waiting, ying his part to perfection. Mchi could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of the imminent sh.


    As Ezra reached the center of the docks, Mchi gave the signal. His men moved in, their presence revealed by the sudden flurry of activity. Ezra reacted instantly, his instincts sharp, but Mchi was ready for him.


    The trap was sprung, and the ambush began. He walked forward to meet Ezra. "Ezra, you should have known better than toe here alone."