FEDERICK'S POV – CHAPTER CONTINUESThe tension in the room could be sliced with a blade.Axel’s looming form shadowed Garry, whose clenched fists hinted at a barely contained fury. The boutique had gone silent, even the fashionists backing away like mice scurrying from a lion’s den. Shoppers paused, uncertain if this was a pre-scheduled show or the kind of drama that ends with broken glass and police sirens.I could feel the shift in Garry's body language. He was itching to throw a punch. He didn't fear Axel — he never feared anyone — but I knew him better than he thought. Garry wasn’t just angered by the taunt. He was burdened by the stakes. If anything happened here, it wouldn't just be a bruised face or broken pride. Everything we’d been working on could come crashing down.“Garry,” I called, my tone steady but low enough for only him to catch. “Not here.”Garry didn’t turn, but I saw the slight twitch in his jaw, the restraint fighting to take hold.“Looks like your little friend

FEDERICK'S POV "Garry is right. We should think of the possibility that they may have their own plans too." I said, looking at Gary and then back at Marcus. "They are brutes, Fred. I am sure whoever our masked guy is must be a fighter. He does not have to think. All he needed to do was break a few bones." The sergeant said again, and we all kept quiet. "Are you saying that we shouldn't anticipate our opponents moves? What if he doesn't? What if Damian does?" Garry suggested again. "What do you have in mind, boy?" James asked again. "This should be nice and easy. We are dealing with some teenagers here. You all here are teens, and I don't understand why we need to take extreme measures." "The kids are right, James. You have been on this case for how long now? If they can manage to evade the law, then that makes them dangerous." He said, looking at his face. "What are you proposing, Garry?" Marcus asked "We tail them. Someone should be on their trail and report whatever it is that