The following day, the school buzz with lots of excitement. It was the first day of the school fight tournament. Many of the contestants were in the gym with lots of instructors. Zack's gaze darted back and forth staring at the body of students who looked like men who fought in MMA fighting competition. "You shouldn't have said yes to this." he said staring at Kyle. Scar laughed. "You think Kyle is going to make a mistake and kill one of them?" Zack looked at Scar and then back at Justin. "And you think Kyle can keep his coolness?" "Can you?" Justin asked. The gym echoed with the noise of kicks, jabs and fist thrown into the punching bag. Kelly on the other hand was on a wheel chair. Her gaze scanned the gym room for her enemy. Tara. Meanwhile, Adrian was on the other side of the gym. He was a bit relaxed and was throwing a few jabs at the punching bag in front of him while Klaus had an instructor barking orders into his ears. "Focus, Klaus! This is not

The whole arena froze the way Kyle threw his punches at Ethan. The big boy moved back immediately. He face was a bit battered but he was still capable of throwing a few punches at Kyle. "You need to give up. That is the only way you can leave the stage without getting hurt." Kyle said, his hands clenched tightly. Ethan grinned as blood flowed freely from his cuts. "Do you think I am scared of you? You don't deserve to be representing this school. Not when I am here. Show me what you got!" Scar looked at the way Kyle reacted to every taunt, to every word Ethan hurled at him. He was surprised to see Kyle taking every single one of them without getting overly angry. "He is doing well." he said underneath his breath. Justin heard him, "Do you think he is ready?" he asked Scar frowned. "This is nothing but a test for him, Justin. Kyle is going to face the strongest and the best fighters all over the globe. He needs to be better than this." Justin looked back at t

Being the name on everyone's lips felt really good. For a fleeting moment, Kyle forgot he had to fight for his father's seat, his name and his legacy. He was more particular about building a name for himself. While Adrian tried to get rid of Frank, Kyle dedicated his time into trying to train and get better without using the wristband Scar gave to him. "Did you hear Ethan was bedridden after the match?" "Kyle had him off the school this time around." "Do you think Marcus and Adrian can take him?" Stephan walked into their midst and they immediately kept quiet. "Why don't you tell me who you think is going to win this competition?" he asked The three students looked at themselves. They all knew Kyle was Stephan's greatest enemy. Mentioning his name was going to be like digging their own graves. "Marcus." A student said with a shaky voice. Marcus was neutral. He was the only student who seems not to have any issue with Stephan. Stephan smiled, "Well, nice guess. But that name

Adrian’s jaw tightened. For a moment, the noise in the café seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of Camy pouring wine into a glass like she owned the entire building.The other customers were still staring.Adrian lowered his voice, sharp and controlled. “You enjoy provoking people, don’t you?”Camy sipped slowly, unbothered. “No. I enjoy revealing what people are really like. You, for example… you pretend you’re in control, but your hands are shaking.”“I’m not shaking,” Adrian snapped.Camy tilted her head, studying him over the rim of her glass. “Then stop acting like I insulted your lineage. Or did I hit a nerve?”Adrian leaned forward, his voice dropping into something colder. “You didn’t answer my question. Is Frank Howard dead or not?”For the first time, Camy didn’t respond immediately.She placed the glass down.That small pause made Adrian’s chest tighten.“…So?” he pressed. “Don’t tell me you failed.”Camy exhaled smoke slowly, letting it curl above her face like a veil.

Sweat drips down Adrian's forehead as he looks at the man holding the gun to his forehead. "Who sent you, huh? How much?" Adrian finally asked. "Loose the nissan car or we are fucked!" the man said again. The Lexus accelerated through the street while the nissan car chased right behind them. "And how much do you think your life is worth?" Adrian shook visibly. "Hundred, thousand or million. All you need to do is ask." he said with a shaky voice. The lexus drove into an alley and the engine went off. "Did we lose it?" The driver looked back. "I think we did." "Good. Let's go. We can't keep him waiting." the man said again. "Listen, I am going to give you whatever you want. Name it!" Adrian pleaded."Shut the fuck up!" the man said again.Adrian decided to play smart, he tried grabbing the gun but the man was faster. He hit Adrian with the gun and he fainted."Is he dead?" the driver asked. "No. But he is going to be a problem. We need him unconscious until we get to ou