2025-11-20 23:19:29Rivergate Heights was alive in its usual chaotic way.
But inside Kai’s room, everything was still.He checked the time. 7:26 PM.
He stood up and paced.“What if it’s illegal?” he muttered.
Jordan had grown too powerful too fast. Money, connections, influence — none of that came from playing safe.
Kai rubbed his face. “But what if it’s the chance I’ve been waiting for?”
All his life it felt like the city was a ladder and everyone else climbed while he watched from the ground.
Jordan, however, had escaped — climbed so high people barely believed he came from the same block.
Maybe this was the moment Kai could change his story.
He took a long breath, grabbed his jacket, and stepped out into the hallway.Outside, the night air smelled faintly of smoke and fried plantain. Vendors were packing up. The streetlights flickered like they were tired too. Kai walked fast, hands stuffed in his pockets, heart thudding.
Jordan had sent a location — an abandoned warehouse near the riverside.The kind of place people whispered about.
The kind of place where things happened that never appeared on official records. He reached the building at 8:02 PM. It was dark except for a faint glow leaking out from a back window. The tall metal door stood slightly open. Kai pushed it gently. It creaked. Inside, soft music played — not loud, expensive. Like the kind you heard in exclusive lounges. Blue light glowed from lamps placed around the room. And there, sitting on an old crate like it was a throne, was Jordan Blake. He wore a tailored black coat and looked like someone who’d mastered the art of power. “Kai,” Jordan said without looking up from his tablet. “Right on time.” Kai walked closer, trying to ignore the feeling in his stomach. “You said it was important.” Jordan finally glanced up. His eyes studied Kai, analyzing, calculating. “Tell me something,” Jordan said. “Are you tired?” Kai blinked. “Tired of what?” “Of being invisible,” Jordan replied calmly. “Of being stepped on. Fired. Underestimated. Living at the bottom. Watching people with half your loyalty win twice as much.” Kai’s throat tightened. Jordan stood and moved closer until he stood right in front of Kai. “You have heart,” he said. “Strength you don’t use. You’ve been beaten down so long you don’t even realize you’re a wolf pretending to be a stray dog.” Kai swallowed hard. “What do you want from me?” Jordan smiled. “I want to give you a chance to rise.” He stepped aside and gestured. Behind him was a table covered with: neatly arranged documents sealed envelopes high-end phones and a black case with silver edges “I’m building something big,” Jordan said. “A network. A power circle. Not legal… not fully illegal either. It sits in the grey zone. Information. Deals. Debt recovery. High-value negotiations.” Kai frowned. “You mean… street work?” Jordan chuckled. “Not thugs. Professionals. Smart men who know the streets but think like CEOs.” He tapped the black case. “This is your first level.” Kai stepped closer. “What’s inside?” Jordan flipped the case open. Kai froze. Inside was a stack of money — thick, fresh bundles of cash — and a silver-plated card with Kai’s name engraved on it. “What is this?” Kai whispered. “An opportunity,” Jordan said. “Tonight, you’ll run your first assignment. Something simple. Something clean.” Kai stared at the money. He had never seen so much at once — not even on TV. His heart pounded. “What do I have to do?” Jordan leaned in. “A man owes us money. Not much. He thinks we’re too soft to collect. You’re going to remind him we aren’t.” Kai took a sharp step back. “Jordan… I’m not a criminal.” Jordan raised a hand. “Relax. No violence. No threats. You’re just delivering a message. Hand him the envelope, get the signed agreement, and walk away.” Kai hesitated. “Why me?” “Because you’re smart,” Jordan said slowly. “Calm. People don’t feel threatened by you. That’s an advantage.” Kai felt a mix of flattery and fear. “Jordan… what if I mess up?” Jordan grinned. “You won’t. If you were useless, I wouldn’t have called you.” Kai stared again at the silver card. His name gleamed in the dim light. Something inside him stirred — a tiny spark of power he had never felt before. Maybe he really could rise. Jordan closed the case and handed it to him. “Go to this address,” he said, sliding a card into Kai’s pocket. “Give the man the envelope. Say nothing else. And whatever happens… don’t show fear.” Kai nodded slowly. “Good,” Jordan said. “Your life is changing tonight. Don’t waste it.” The walk to the address felt endless. Kai kept glancing around nervously. The city looked different at night — sharper, louder, unpredictable. He tightened his grip on the case. Don’t show fear, he repeated silently. He reached the building — a small apartment overlooking a busy street. The hallway smelled of old paint and tension. He climbed the stairs and stopped at Room 3 B. He knocked. The door opened a crack. A man with tattoos lining his neck glared out. His eyes were sharp, unsettled. “Yeah? What do you want?” Kai forced himself to stay calm. “I’m here on behalf of… a mutual friend.” The man’s expression stiffened. “Jordan sent you?” Kai nodded. The man opened the door wider. Inside, the apartment was messy — broken bottles, cigarette butts, and music vibrating from a speaker. Two other men sat on a couch, staring at Kai like wolves studying prey. Kai cleared his throat. “I’m here to deliver something.” He placed the envelope on the table. Tattoo-neck opened it, scanned the documents… then laughed. “You’re joking, right?” Kai stiffened. “It’s straightforward.” “Oh, I know what it is,” Tattoo-neck said, stepping closer. “I just don’t like it.” The other two men stood. Kai’s pulse spiked. “Look,” Kai said, “I’m just delivering the—” A hand slammed into his chest, pinning him against the wall. “You think Jordan scares me?” the man hissed. Kai swallowed. Don’t show fear… don’t show fear… “I’m not here to fight,” he whispered. “I KNOW,” Tattoo-neck snarled. “That’s why this is gonna be fun.” He clenched his fist and drew it back. Kai shut his eyes— “ENOUGH!” The voice boomed from the hallway. Everyone froze. Kai opened his eyes and saw a tall woman standing in the doorway — braided hair, leather jacket, eyes like cold steel. She stepped in slowly, gaze fixed on Tattoo-neck. “You lay one hand on him,” she said quietly, “and Jordan won’t be your biggest problem. I will.” Tattoo-neck backed away instantly. Kai stared at her, breath shaking. She looked at him once — a tiny, unreadable glance — then turned to the men. “Sign the agreement,” she ordered. They scrambled for a pen. She waited until they signed, then grabbed the document and nodded at Kai. “Let’s go.” Kai followed her out, his heart pounding. When they reached the street, he finally asked, “Who… who are you?” She smirked slightly. “Jordan’s enforcer.” Kai blinked. “Enforcer?” “Yes,” she said. “And tonight, you didn’t fail. Remember that.” She stepped closer. “And Kai? That fear you swallowed back there… that’s your first step. But don’t get comfortable. This world doesn’t reward weakness.” She turned and walked into the night. Kai stood there stunned. His phone vibrated. A message from Jordan: “You survived. Good. Now the real test begins.” Kai felt a chill wash down his spine. Whatever he had stepped into… He was already in it deep.
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