The Supreme turned and walked towards his car. He whipped his head around and pierced the police officer with an intensive glare. One that transmitted into many things. The officer shivered slightly. This man, the supreme one, was quite unpredictable. That is if at all he was human. His gaze lingered for a minute before he stepped into one of the two Rolls Royce. The security men looked around carefully before opening different doors and entering themselves. The two cars started and drove to the main road and disappeared into the darkness.A few meters behind them, the dirty cop climbed back into his patrol car.Kingsley. That was his name.His hands were still trembling slightly as he started the engine. “Ten million dollars?” The number echoed repeatedly in his mind, pounding against his skull like a drum. His lips curved into a greedy smile.“That’s my salary for twenty years! And all I have to do to get that money is handover, Mr. Hilton’s grandson,” he muttered to himself feel

“Can you give me some privacy, I can’t urinate with you two staring at me like that. Oh gosh!” Darren hissed, hoping the men would turn around and give him the slightest opportunity he was looking for.But the men were not fools. They have been doing this for a long time and were not easily deceived by his small trick. They didn’t even budge. Regardless of whether the trick worked or not, Darren had to escape from here and he had to do it fast. Three things were certain;If he stayed, he would die. If he allowed himself to be taken to the Supreme One, he would end up deadAnd if he did nothing, he would still end up dying.The only solution was to do something. But what could he do?These men were experienced thugs. It is right to say they were professional thugs. He knew he could not easily overpower them and escape. Not only did they have the number advantage, Darren himself was not in the best form. He was still badly injured from the brutal beating Adrian’s three dirty cops ha

Inside the back seat of the patrol car, Darren finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief.From nowhere, cold and heavy air crashed into him bringing with it comfort and calm. For the first time since he had escaped the thugs, his heart slowed from its frantic pounding. The red and blue lights reflected faintly on the dashboard, and the quiet hum of the engine felt like a promise of safety.It is true what they say; the police are your friend.He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes. “Thank goodness I met this kind officer” he muttered to himself.If he hadn’t run into this police officer, the thugs would have caught him for sure. It was at that moment that he realized just how much pain his body was in. His legs were still aching from the chase, his lungs burning from running through the bush. Every part of him felt sore, from the beating the police officers had given him earlier and struggling to escape the thugs. But it didn’t matter anymore. He was safe

***Back in the city, after Kingsley’s lies about Darren had been reported; police officers were deployed across major streets and neighborhoods, ordered to track him down.An official report by the police labeled Darren as a dangerous criminal—someone who had attacked a police officer, stolen his gun, and escaped from custody. The story was everywhere.Every TV station carried the same warning. Residents were told to stay indoors and remain alert while the police searched for the so-called fugitive.Inside the living room of the Hilton Mansion, Derek sat frozen, his eyes glued to the television as the news anchor spoke:“We’ve received another report concerning the criminal Darren Wayne, who escaped police custody and is currently on the run. According to our sources, Officer Jonathan attempted to arrest him, but Darren resisted and took the officer’s weapon. At this time, the suspect is considered armed and extremely dangerous, with at least two firearms in his possession…”“My boy…

Darren lay flat on the cold road, his chest rising and falling in weak, uneven gasps. His vision blurred as the thug leader’s words echoed again and again in his head.Your parents are still alive.The sentence felt unreal—like a cruel joke meant to torture him before death. It made no sense, and yet it refused to leave his mind.The thug’s lip curled into a wicked smirk, clearly satisfied with the stunned, broken look on Darren’s face.“The Supreme One has been holding them hostage for over two decades now,” he added, slowly raising the machete above his head.Darren’s heart throbbed painfully. This wasn’t a joke. There was no humor, no hint of deception in the man’s voice.It was a cruel truth.Darren didn’t even know how to feel. To discover that the parents he had believed were dead since he was only months old were still alive—after all these years—should have filled him with hope, rage, or relief. But he was learning this at the worst possible time, when his own life was slipp