Chapter 6
Author: Gem
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Wesley’s heart nearly stopped and he shot to his feet with his face pale. “T-That’s impossible,” he stammered as his fingers trembled as he clutched the armrest of his chair. “The loan isn’t due for another six months!”

The thug leader sneered, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Plans change,” he said, grabbing Wesley by the collar and yanking him forward. “Your deadline doesn’t matter. The Brown Gang wants the money now.”

Upon hearing the name Brown Gang, Wesley gasped sharply. His demeanor shifted in an instant, panic dissolving into desperate flattery. “I—I know! I know! I borrowed the $10 million, but it’s tied up in an investment. I can’t access the funds right now. I just need more time so please just wait!”

The leader’s expression darkened, his grip tightening. “The boss doesn’t care about that,” he growled. “If he says pay up, you pay up — or we start breaking bones.”

Wesley’s legs buckled, and he clung to the thug’s arm and his voice shaking. “Please! Give me three months, no, two months! I’ll get it! I swear!”

The thug leader chuckled darkly and shoved Wesley back onto the couch like he was nothing more than trash. “You think begging helps? I’m not here to negotiate, I'm here to collect.”

Davion who was standing by the fireplace clenched his fist and his eyes were blazing with rage. 

He took a step forward, but before he could intervene, Trevor stepped in front of him with a cocky stride, brushing dust off his suit jacket.

“Who do you think you are?” Trevor sneered, tilting his chin upward. “I’m Trevor Johnson, heir to the Johnson family. Do you really want to make enemies with me? Our family is about to form a major partnership with a powerful family from the capital. If you lay a finger on us, it won’t end well for you.”

Margaret who had been terrified at first, but upon hearing Trevor's words, her fear suddenly turned into delight. So the Johnson family was about to ally with a powerful family from the capital? If Beverly married into the Johnson family, wouldn’t that bring immense benefits to their family as well?

Her heart raced with excitement, and she quickly wiped her tears and smoothed down her blouse. She turned to Beverly and her eyes were gleaming with newfound hope.

“Did you hear that, my dear?” Margaret whispered, her voice trembling with eagerness. “If you marry Trevor, our family will be untouchable. We could rise to the top overnight!”

Beverly’s face paled and her stomach twisted at her mother’s words. “Mom, this isn’t the time—” she began.

But Margaret ignored her, already envisioning their future. She lifted her chin, shooting the thugs a sharp glare.

“Did you hear that?” she snapped at the thugs. “If you touch us, the Johnsons and their new allies will crush you! Let go of Wesley now, or you'll regret it.”

The gang leader stared at them for a moment, then released Wesley with a shove. Wesley collapsed onto the couch, gasping for air, and Trevor shot Margaret a victorious smirk.

The gang leader squinted at Trevor, rubbing his chin. “A powerful family from the capital, huh?” he muttered, pretending to consider it. “That sounds scary.”

Trevor smirked, puffing out his chest. “Glad you understand. Now get lost.”

The thug leader nodded and then, without warning, he delivered a vicious slap across Trevor’s face. The impact echoed through the room, and Trevor staggered into the glass coffee table, clutching his cheek in shock.

“Scared? Of you?” the leader sneered, watching Trevor crumble to the ground.

Before Trevor could recover, the leader stomped on his chest, pinning him to the shattered remains of the coffee table. “I don’t care who you are,” the thug spat. “Brown Gang fears no one.”

Trevor wheezed and he hadears spilling from his eyes. “P-Please,” he choked, “I—I was just—”

The thug ignored him. His gaze shifted to Beverly, and his lips curled into a cruel grin.

“Since you can’t repay your debt,” he sneered, pointing a finger at Beverly, “we’ll take her instead. She comes with us, and you get her back when the money’s paid.”

Margaret shrieked and pulled Beverly behind her, eyes wide with terror. “You can’t do that!” she cried. “She’s just a girl!”

The thug leader’s grin widened. “Exactly.”

“No way!” Wesley roared, surging to his feet with unexpected fury. “I know what you animals are planning. You’re not taking my daughter!”

One of the thugs grabbed Beverly’s wrist, yanking her forward. She screamed, struggling against his grip.

“Dad! Help me!” she sobbed, kicking at the thug's legs.

Wesley lunged toward them, only to be punched in the stomach. He collapsed to the floor, coughing violently.

“You’ll get her back,” the leader said, dragging Beverly toward the door. “After she earns what you owe us.”

Despair settled over the room like a heavy fog. Margaret sobbed, clutching Wesley, while Trevor lay curled up, shaking.

Just then, a figure stepped forward.

Before anyone could react, Davion moved like lightning, delivering a brutal kick to the gang leader’s chest. The thug flew across the room, crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. He crumpled to the floor, writhing in agony.

Davion straightened, his gaze as cold as ice. He swept his eyes over the remaining gang members, voice low and sharp as a blade.

“Let her go,” he commanded.

The thug gripping Beverly’s arm froze. His hand trembled as he slowly released her, stepping back in fear. Beverly ran to Margaret, sobbing into her shoulder.

The other gang members hesitated, glancing between their leader and Davion. One of them reached for a knife, but Davion’s eyes snapped to him like a predator locking onto prey.

“Get out of here,” Davion growled, voice laced with lethal intent. “You have five seconds.”

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