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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“You really had to throw a smoke bomb?” Wilson asked from the backseat, coughing into his hoodie. “I think my lungs just filed for divorce.”Reika snorted from the front passenger seat, sliding her goggles off. “You’re welcome, by the way. I just broke a federal prisoner out of a moving van. Maybe toss a thank-you in there?”“Thank you for destroying my airway,” Wilson wheezed.Davion sat in the middle row, hoodie up, eyes locked on the side mirror. The city lights blurred past them. Fast. Fuzzy. But his mind was sharper than ever.“They’re gonna double down now,” he said. “Block roads. Issue statewide alerts.”Beverly, seated beside him, reached for his hand. “Let them. We’ve got more eyes on us now than they do. We go dark? People notice.”“We need a safe spot,” Reika said. “Somewhere they won’t look. Somewhere we can plan for once.”“I know a place,” Wilson muttered. “It’s not pretty, but it’s quiet. Abandoned train yard outside Midridge. My cousin used to use it for illegal drone
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The rooftop was cold, wet, and definitely not OSHA-approved, but Davion didn’t care.He was standing there, rain-soaked hoodie clinging to his back, face tilted toward the skyline like he could stare the city into understanding him. The truth was out now. Their video had gone viral—millions of views, reposts, comments, debates. People were talking. Arguing. Fighting in comment sections like their lives depended on it.But at least they weren’t silent anymore.Behind him, Beverly was pacing. Reika was fiddling with the battery pack of the live feed gear, and Wilson was, for some reason, eating stale gummy bears from his pocket.“This could actually work,” Beverly said, her voice half-hope, half-shock. “People are listening.”“Yeah, well,” Reika muttered, “the internet also listened when a guy said the moon was fake. Doesn’t mean they’ll show up for us.”Davion didn’t turn. “They don’t need to show up. They just need to see it. The truth.”Wilson held up a hand. “Okay but also—some of u
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The police precinct loomed ahead like it was swallowing the sky.Concrete. Barbed wire. Cameras. All of it screaming, “You don’t belong here.”But Davion didn’t stop walking.Beverly walked beside him, her fingers laced through his. On his other side, Reika had her phone in one hand, pepper spray in the other, because of course she did. Wilson trailed behind, carrying the laptop like it was a bomb he didn’t want to drop.No one said anything at first.It was that kind of silence. The kind that usually comes before a storm.Davion’s hoodie was pulled low over his face, but not to hide. Just enough to remind the world that he wasn’t afraid of it.“I feel like I should say something inspiring,” Beverly muttered. “But I’m mostly trying not to throw up.”“Same,” Wilson said. “If they try to separate us, I’m playing dumb. Like, full ‘what’s a USB port?’ level dumb.”Reika glanced at Davion. “You sure you wanna do this?”He didn’t answer right away. Then:“I’ve run enough.”They reached the
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The sirens got louder. Closer.Beverly’s fingers trembled as she stuffed the phone into her hoodie pocket. “We have to move. Now.”Reika grabbed a flashlight from her bag. “Back route?”Wilson was already heading for the busted side door. “Yeah. Before backup shows up and assumes we’re part of this mess again.”Davion stood over Reaper, who was bleeding and smiling like a man who still thought he had the last laugh. “They’re coming for you.”Reaper coughed and spat blood. “So? You think cuffs scare me? I built the nightmares they put in cages.”Davion leaned in, his voice razor-sharp. “Then rot in one.”Reika grabbed Davion’s arm. “Cops, remember? We need to not be here when they show.”He gave Reaper one last look—nothing left to say—and turned away.They ran.Out the side door. Through the broken gate. Feet slamming gravel and adrenaline buzzing in their ears.Beverly didn’t look back. Couldn’t. Not when they were this close. Not when the truth had finally been dragged into the ligh
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The rooftop stream had gone viral overnight. By morning, hashtags like #DavionDidntDoIt and #ExposeReaper were trending in three different cities. People were posting reaction videos, dissecting every second, every word.Beverly refreshed the page again, watching the views tick higher. Five million. Six.Reika leaned over her shoulder, sipping an energy drink. “You know you’ve officially broken the internet, right?”Beverly blinked. “Doesn’t feel like it. Feels like we’re still one step behind.”“We are,” Wilson muttered, pacing back and forth. “Reaper’s still out there. The cops still think Davion’s a fugitive. We’ve basically become a punk version of Scooby-Doo.”Reika grinned. “So what you’re saying is, I’m Velma.”Wilson scowled. “Obviously I’m Velma.”Davion didn’t laugh.He stood by the boarded-up window, arms folded, hoodie damp from the rain. His jaw was locked tight, eyes focused on the skyline like it held all the answers.Beverly walked over slowly. “Hey. You okay?”He didn
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Rain tapped a slow, mocking rhythm against the rooftop concrete. The city lights shimmered on wet surfaces like diamonds scattered in mud. Standing at the edge, five figures—a ragtag crew bound by fire and betrayal—faced the flashing lights of surveillance vans and patrol cars below.Beverly’s voice cut through the quiet. “Where do we go from here?”Davion pulled her into his side. “Forward. No hesitation.”Reika, ever the strategist, retrieved a small wireless mic from her pocket and clicked it to life. “Time to go public,” she said, voice low but fierce. “Let the world know who we are—and what they stole from us.”Wilson smacked Davion’s shoulder. “Lead the way, boss.”Davion swallowed, then raised his voice: “We’re live now. Everybody deserves a shot at the truth—our truth.”He hit the “stream” button on the phone in his hand. Immediately, tiny lights on cameras and phones around them blinked on, creating a halo of glow in the drizzle.Back on the street, a uniformed cop stared up,
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