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

Damain's pov The loud music and noise was enough to block off and sound of pain and cry from anyone being dealt with. I looked at the floor and I saw Fred being surpressed by Dully and his minions. " Oh, I thought you were going to miss out on all the fun, dude." Dully looked at me and my new friends. " And I see you have made a new friends for yourself." he taunted. " Why don't you get you get your legs off him and let's talk?" I said folding my hands. " You gave me a lead and I needed to confirm it." Dully replied and pressed harder.Fred was about to yell in pain when Garry got there. He rushed and swung a kick at Dully in the face. The super kick caught him by the face, enough to give him a scar. " Oooops! Mr savour is around too. This is going to be fun." Dully said taking off his jacket. " Did you tell him today mightbbe your finally day?" Dully asked looking at me. I knew what he was talking about but I was not bothered. I have Axel and Axle with me. I knew both of them co

Dully’s POV Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth as I staggered back, my jaw throbbing. That punch wasn’t just stronger—it was calculated. Marcus wasn’t just some gym guy anymore. He had trained for this, maybe even expected it. He came for me, and I had walked right into it. I wiped the blood and laughed. “You’ve improved,” I said, circling him, my eyes darting between the windows, the exits, and Garry, who was now upright and glaring like a wounded bull. Marcus didn’t reply. He just smirked and rolled his shoulders as if he were just getting started. Behind me, Damian was watching too, his fists clenched. The enemy of my enemy should have been my friend, but I knew better. Damian would let Marcus take me down and then strike when I was weak. It was a death match, and I was sandwiched between two monsters. “Ethan! Aiden!” I yelled. They didn’t respond. They were still trading brutal blows with Axle and Axel, locked in a separate war. I couldn’t afford to count on them now.

FREDERICK POV I looked into the crowd, and I saw Marcus and Garry seated. My mind went into a frenzy mode. What were they doing here? Did the plan fail? And then I looked and saw Damian walking into the hall with his guard dogs. I sighed and wondered what was happening. The tension was killing me. "Mr Frederick, you will be coming up on stage soon. Do you want us to get you anything?" One of the fashionists asked. "No, I am fine." I said with a smile, even though I was so eager to hear what Garry had to say. I steady my breath as the noise of the students was visibly heard each time a display of fashion was done. It was slowly my turn. I was carried by my wheels, and immediately I got to the stage; I looked towards Georgia. She gave me a reassuring look, and at that moment, I got up to my feet. [ Student gasps ] "Wait, what?" "Isn't he a cripple?" "Do we watch him fall from the wall?" "How is this even possible?" Many of the students stood up to their feet imme