Lewis quickly picked up the phone and answered the call. “Lewis! You finally escaped, but I assure you I’m not done with you. I will forever haunt you,” a cold, furious voice hissed. Lewis froze. His eyes widened in disbelief; it was Bianca again. A chill ran through him as he wondered what was truly wrong with her. What had he ever done to deserve such hatred? Still, he steadied himself, ready for whatever battle was coming. His mother, Maria, stared at him, concern written all over her face. “What happened? Who called you?” she asked anxiously. Lewis remained calm for a moment, drawing in a slow breath before replying. “Mom… it was the same Bianca.” He straightened up, his jaw tightening. “She said she’ll forever haunt me.” Maria moved closer, her eyes filled with confusion. “Why is that lady after your life? What have you done to deserve all this wickedness?” Lewis smiled faintly, confidence burning behind his calm expression. “I don’t really know, Mom. But I’m read

“Please don’t show any signs of emotions and weakness tomorrow. We need to act composed, bold, and stoic.”His mom nodded, looking out the window for a moment before turning back to him. “I’ve heard you and will definitely do as you said. Even without telling me, I know what’s right.”Lewis smiled and embraced her calmly. “We will regain our rights unfailingly.”His mom felt hopeful, certain that her son would bring back a smile to her face after many years of suffering and brokenness.Lewis checked the time. “It’s almost 10:00 PM. We were supposed to sleep earlier so we could wake up on time.”His mom checked her Motorola phone. “I’m even feeling sleepy,” she murmured.Lewis scratched his beard lightly, his blue eyes bright under the lamplight. “We need to get plenty of rest. We’ve been stressed throughout today.”With his mom already asleep, he gradually stood and walked to the window, gazing at the skyscrapers, the busy roads, and the flickering city lights. The hum of Manhattan at

Then the bell rang immediately, and Carolina rushed to open the door. Two young men stepped inside, Nolan and Vince, Samuel’s younger brothers. As they entered, all of them headed straight to the sitting room. Lewis didn’t shiver. Samuel frowned deeply, sliding his hands into his pockets as if he wanted to bring something out. Lewis repeated again, his voice steady. “Where’s my dad?” Samuel quickly brought out his expensive, latest iPhone 17 and dialed a number, his voice sharp with anger. “Hello, Mr. Callaway! Please come with your colleagues; someone wants to take over my possessions without evidence.” Lewis didn’t quiver, standing ready for anything that would come. But his mom was shaking slightly. He was shocked too, Samuel didn’t answer his question at all. Instead, he called someone. Something was wrong. And Lewis expected that maybe it was his dad, Martin, entering. As he turned, he saw two young men coming inside. The moment they saw Maria, they were shocked; memor

And it was evening, and as the shadows cleared, a few minutes later, a man in a huge cardigan with a cap covering his face slowly appeared. He slipped a Pixel phone under the Rikers Island gate. He glanced left, then right, scanning the path for any officers, and there were none. He whispered, voice low and rough. “Here’s the full footage of Samuel and his brothers. Use it confidently during the arraignment.” Before Lewis could register anything else, the man straightened, turned, and dissolved into the shadows inside the precinct building. Lewis stared, wondering who the hell that man was. He hadn’t seen his face, not even a flash. He quickly stood up and used his back to shield it as he sat down so the officers wouldn’t notice. His mind raced. What footage? Why give it to me? How did he even know where I was? Three NYPD officers passed by, peeking into the cell. Lewis casually lowered his head as they walked past. Outside, night gradually thickened. Meanwhile, his mother, M

The courtroom had been waiting for Nolan and Vince, despite the phone call that had taken several minutes, yet they refused to show up. The judge ordered the bailiffs to go and fetch the guilty brothers, her voice sharp and commanding. “Officers, go and bring the Gordon Brothers.” They quickly went outside, entered their Chevy Tahoe SUV, and drove off. Meanwhile, Nolan and Vince were trying to leave Brooklyn. They stepped out of their brownstone building, approaching one of the cars among the numerous vehicles, a sleek BMW M5. Vince muttered, tense, glancing over his shoulder. “We need to leave before the blink of an eye. Hope you heard they’re coming for us.” They saw everything unfolding on Fox News and decided they had to leave the county immediately. Nolan said, urgency in his voice, “We need to reveal all of this to Samuel.” They moved hurriedly, donning their usual regalia, suits with hats, and each held a suitcase. They opened the BMW M5 and slammed the doors bu