From the voices he had heard, Sean didn’t recognize any of the men. Now he was sure they had been hired to come after him, and that made matters worse. If he didn’t know who they were, he would have to beat them up first to question them and find out who had sent them.Slowly, he turned, his gaze lingering on the men. They looked every bit like thugs: rough, coarse, and unkempt, yet each one distinct. One had jet-black hair cropped short, eyes cold and calculating. Another had messy, sandy-blond hair sticking out in all directions, a sneer revealing chipped teeth.A third had fiery red hair tied back in a short ponytail, tattoos crawling up his neck, and a scar cutting across his cheek. The fourth had dark brown hair falling over his eyes, shadowing his sharp features. The last sported a streaked silver-and-black mane, giving him a wild, unpredictable look.Leather jackets hung loosely over their broad shoulders, some with scuffed boots and jagged fingernails. Each exuded an air of men

Welsey stared down the path Sean had disappeared along. He had been waiting for several minutes and still hadn’t seen Sean return, and he couldn’t fathom why Sean would leave without coming back.He had assumed Sean had gone to tell Abrill he was stepping out and would return soon, but now, Welsey wasn’t so sure he’d guessed correctly.A frown creased his forehead as he shifted uneasily. ‘What’s taking him so long? he wondered. He should’ve been back by now…’Then it hit him. If he didn’t handle Sean the way Dorian had instructed, he might end up provoking the man, and with Sean, annoyance wasn’t something to take lightly.Welsey’s pulse quickened. He knew Sean’s temper and patience were not to be underestimated. Any hesitation or misstep could escalate the situation, something he desperately wanted to avoid.‘I need to deal with him now,’ Welsey thought grimly. ‘Before he comes back and realizes I’ve been idle.’He turned sharply and spotted the three men he had stopped earlier. His e

Riding his bicycle, Sean felt the wind whip past him, tugging at his hair and blowing it back over his shoulders. His shirt flapped violently in the breeze, catching every gust as he pedalled harder, a calm expression steady on his face. The streets blurred around him, and the city reduced to streaks of grey and colour as he pushed forward. Each turn of the pedals carried him farther from the garage and the men he had left behind. He had slipped away while they were distracted—there was no way he would wait for them when they had offered to “help” him deal with Nate and supposedly save time. Riding along the familiar path, Sean barely noticed the streets rushing past. The wind tugged at his hair and clothes, but he paid it no mind. His focus was fixed on reaching his destination. He had no intention of stopping or looking back. He had work to do, and nothing else mattered. Suddenly, a bright light cut across his path, forcing him to squint. Reflexively, he slowed and turned his

He slid down the wall, coughing red onto his shirt, his eyes wide with disbelief. Nate’s smirk shattered, his face draining of color. Dex and Rion, still hunched on the ground, could only stare in horror. Sean lowered his fist calmly, his breathing steady, as if he had swatted away nothing more than a fly. Then he turned to Dex and Rion, and both flinched under his gaze. They had expected Sean to beat Kade, but not like this—not with such terrifying ease. It felt as though Sean had merely been holding back before, sparing them out of disinterest. But now that Kade had provoked him, they were certain they wouldn’t escape without even worse injuries. Dex’s hands began to tremble as he scrambled back against the car door. He needed to find a way out before things got worse. “W-what the hell… what did you just do?” Rion’s jaw clenched, but even he couldn’t hide the fear in his voice. “No way… Kade’s not weak. That punch—what the hell are you?” Nate froze in place, his throat go

It was already 11 p.m. when Wesley began to grow uneasy. The men he had sent out still hadn’t returned. His jaw tightened as he paced back and forth, glancing at his wristwatch.He had been standing there far too long and was growing restless. He hadn’t gone back to sit with Abril and Dorian because he hadn’t yet completed what he needed to do, and now, he had no idea where his men might be.“Tch. What’s taking them so long?” he muttered, irritation laced with a flicker of doubt. After a moment, he sighed and made up his mind. “I’ll go to Dorian. He’ll have their contact information since I don’t have my phone with me.”Turning around, he pushed the door open. His gaze immediately locked on Dorian, who raised his head at the sound.He and Abril were still talking—well, Dorian was. She had done little more than nod her head here and there, offering quiet acknowledgments to his words.The intensity in Wesley’s eyes made it clear that something was wrong.As if sensing the weight of the