Max walked away from the venue at a steady pace, keeping his expression neutral, his stride measured. He knew Aron and Joe wouldn’t be far behind him.
He also hoped they had the sense to wait.
Even a minute or two would help. If they followed him out immediately, Marvin might notice the pattern, and if Marvin started following them, things could spiral into an entirely different problem.
Marvin wasn’t the type to miss details. If his curiosity was piqued, he’d follow every thread until it either snapped or led to the truth. And right now, Max didn’t need that kind of heat.
If they’ve caught Marvin’s attention, Max thought, he might decide to tail them just to see what happens. Then we’d have a whole mess on our hands.
His mind flicked briefly to Aron’s capabilities. Aron had already managed to cover up a few incidents in this district, smoothing over problems before they escalated. That meant the Stern family’s money, or their influence, was enough to reach people with authority higher than Marvin’s rank.
But that was the problem.
This wasn’t just any detective. This was Marvin. If he got a solid hold on something, he wouldn’t let go, not for money, not for influence. If he needed to, he’d take it all the way up to the Prime Minister himself just to get the job done.
Max shook his head, jaw tightening. Is today still the right day to act? he asked himself. The risk was higher now with Marvin in the picture. The smart thing would be to push it back. Wait.
No.
It had to be today. He’d already decided. Plans were in motion, and shifting them now would only make things messier.
By the time he’d made up his mind, Max found himself standing in front of the original Bloodline Gym.
There were now several Bloodline Gyms scattered throughout Brinehurst, and Max already had plans to expand into other parts of Notting Hill City. The thought of it brought a faint smile to his face.
To most people, the Bloodline Group wasn’t a gang at all. Not yet. In their minds, it was a brand, something for kids. The gyms were just fitness centers. The jackets, hoodies, and other merch were just a fashion trend.
And Max knew exactly where the next gym should open. His merchandise sales told him which districts would respond best.
The only reason he hadn’t expanded yet was because of the capital it would require, and because of his Vow. To push forward, he’d have to spend enough to weaken himself temporarily, and timing was everything.
Business was good, though. Membership fees and merch sales were already fueling steady growth. The hype around his clothing in Brinehurst had reached its peak, and that wave had given him a significant boost in power.
But in his mind, this gym, the original one, would always be more than just a business.
This was where it all started.
No matter how big the Bloodline Group got, this would remain the heart of it.
If Max’s enemies ever discovered the connection between the gyms and the Bloodline Group, they’d almost certainly go for the largest, flashiest locations first. They’d assume the leaders would be stationed there.


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