“Well, maybe I am evil,” Richard said, his voice low but firm. “But you don’t understand. I didn’t even know I had other parents. I thought they were my real family. They raised me. They showed me love… until I turned seventeen.” He leaned forward, his voice growing sharper. “Do you understand what that feels like? To have everything, and then in one second—everything is gone? I was seventeen. Just finished high school. Just trying to figure out my life. And they kicked me out like I was nothing. That pain… that rage…” His fist clenched. “I went through hell. Every day. Street fights. Starving. Becoming an outlaw. Stealing just to survive.” Dane finally spoke. “I don’t know how bad your life was,” Dane continued, “but I know what I went through. For more than nineteen years, I was the one fighting to take care of myself. I fed myself. I survived. And it wasn’t easy.” He looked directly at Richard. “I know you know. I was in a gang of thieves,” Dane said, his voice quiet

Butcher was getting ready. The 300 men he had summoned were already on their way. They were heading to storm one of Richard’s buildings. Richard wasn’t at his mansion—he was hiding out in another one of his properties, one that was still under construction, with unpainted walls and unfinished structure. Butcher moved through his men, calm and focused. He understood Richard’s game—Richard wanted to scare him. He wanted to make Butcher feel threatened, make him believe his people were going to die. But Butcher refused to show fear. He wouldn’t give Richard that satisfaction. Instead, he decided to hit back just as hard. He sent his men—and Jane—with one mission: rob one of Richard’s warehouses.Butcher understood everything that was going on. He could feel it—every move Richard made was predictable. It was almost like this chaos was part of his own plan. And before Richard could kill Dane, Butcher knew there was still a strong chance to save him.Then his phone rang. Jane.He answered

Dane kept moving, scanning the building. There wasn’t anyone. Finally, he reached the room where the toilet was.“Stop,” Kenny said. “Go in and take a piss or a shit—I don’t care, just do it fast.”Dane smiled. “Thank you.”He entered the toilet and closed the door behind him. Kenny stood outside, watching.Inside, Dane took out his tied hands from behind his back. He brought them under his legs slowly so he could get his tied hands to the front. Now, his hands were in front of him. He started scratching the rope against the edge of the wall in the toilet, trying to loosen it.He kept going for about ten minutes, but it didn’t loosen immediately.“Hey! What’s taking so long? Huh? What are you doing? If you’re taking a shit, you should be done by now! I hope you’re not doing anything fishy!” Kenny shouted from outside.“Yeah, I’m probably taking a shit. I’m busy,” Dane said.Kenny was getting suspicious. By now, Dane had been inside for fifteen minutes. Kenny leaned his ear against the

When Dane opened his eyes, everything was blue.His vision was blurry, and his head throbbed. He looked down slowly. His arms—his legs—they weren’t touching the ground. His body dangled in the air.His shoulders ached, pulled tight.He looked up and saw it: his hands were tied to the ceiling. The rope was cutting into his skin, suspending him.Then he glanced around.There he was—Jasper.The man stood nearby, arms crossed, watching him.“Huh,” Jasper said. “He finally woke up.”Dane groaned.“You know you’ve crossed the line, right?” Jasper continued, stepping closer. “You’re dead.”Dane lifted his head, blood crusted on his lips. He smirked. “I crossed the line? At least I don’t look like shit like you. You look like a pig.”Jasper’s eyes darkened. He grabbed his stick, raised it, ready to strike.But just as he was about to swing—“Jasper, stop!” a voice snapped from behind.Barry.He stepped between them.“Calm down. Look at him—this boy’s barely alive. He’s too wounded. If you kee

It was already 10 p.m. The helicopter had taken off—it was gone. That was the signal. Immediately, Jane raised her hand, signaling the other men to stop. “No more goods,” she said. “We’re done.”She sensed something was off.Richard had already called the police to raid his own warehouse. That alone was strange. Too clean, too fast. It meant more men were coming. Reinforcements.She didn’t want to take any chances.Without wasting time, she climbed into the van and ordered the others in. They drove off. When they arrived at the ship, Jane climbed aboard. Men from the ship came down and began unloading the goods she had stolen from Richard’s warehouse.Inside the ship, she made her way straight into the butcher’s office.Richard wasn’t there—but it looked like he had been. It was clear he knew. And Jane was sure he’d be back, maybe sooner than they thought.Still, she kept her voice calm as she turned to the butcher.“It’s fine. Everything’s going according to plan. Richard’s not here,