My Billion-Dollar Account Hates Good People

3. Messed Up Fight

My fist slammed into his face before even I realized what I had done and if I am being honest, it felt good, because for far to long, these rich kids had treated the likes us me like trash and we were always afraid to fight them back. One phone call and they will destroy us.

Don’t get me wrong, I was still intimidated and slightly afraid, but at least I have bail money.

A sharp crack echoed through the rainy street as the rich kid stumbled backward violently, crashing against the side of a parked car. His friends froze instantly, their previous laughter dying in their throats.

For one second… the entire world became silent, that’s what it felt like. Even the rain seemed to stop as I stared at my trembling fist in disbelief.

The rich boy touched his bleeding nose slowly, staring at the blood on his fingers like his brain couldn’t process what had just happened.

“You fucking bastard!” his expression twisted and he charged at me immediately.

His fist slammed into my jaw hard enough to make my vision blur, sending me stumbling backward onto the wet pavement. Pain exploded across my face, but before I could recover, his friends joined in. And I expected that.

A kick struck my ribs, another hit landed against my shoulder and the third grabbed my shirt and slammed me against the car. By now you already know that my groceries were scattered all over the wet floor.

“Trash like you think you can touch him?!” one of them shouted.

I raised my arms instinctively as punches rained down on me, yet strangely… even while getting beaten, I was smiling because my phone kept vibrating.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Balance Updated: +$100,000

Balance Updated: +$250,000

Balance Updated: +$500,000

Every burst of violence, ounce of hatred even as little as every second of chaos, the account was rewarding it.

A kick landed against my stomach, forcing air out of my lungs painfully.

“Stay down!” one of them yelled.

Instead… “Haha.” I laughed and that made them hesitate, I kinda defeated their whole aim for beating me up.

The rich boy wiped blood from his nose angrily and grabbed my collar. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” he asked furiously.

I looked directly into his eyes, I swear I wanted to rip them out, but then my phone buzzed again.

Balance Updated: +$1,000,000

I did not see that amount, but I suddenly realized something terrifying, the account didn’t just reward sin. If the situation escalated or got darker, it paid more, and that’s sick. The rich kid shoved me backward again, because I laughed at the thought of it, they were doing me a favor without knowing.

“You think this is funny?” he asked.

But I looked at him carefully now, his expensive watch, clean clothes and confidence. I had now seen first hand the kind of confidence money gives people, a kind I had spent my entire life envying.

Then suddenly… a police siren echoed faintly nearby.

“Shit, let’s go!” One of his friends panicked immediately and the rich kid glared at me one final time before spitting near my feet.

“This isn’t over.” He said, but where does he think we will meet again?

Then they quickly disappeared into the rainy night leaving me alone. My chest rose and fell heavily as I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out the phone.

Balance Available:

$1,940,000

I stared at the number silently. It may sound a bit redundant but stay with me, less than two hours ago, I couldn’t afford noodles, now I had nearly two million dollars. And I should have felt scared like a normal person would, or at least felt guilty. But instead, I felt alive.

That realization frightened me more than the fight itself. But it was a bit too early to realize the kind of monster that I was becoming. I swallowed hard, took the phone closer to my mouth and whispered,

“What are you?”

But there was no answer, I was expecting one at least from the spirit that made this possible, I really wanted to know.

A black luxury SUV suddenly pulled up nearby, its tinted windows reflecting the neon lights around us. I barely noticed it at first because my attention remained glued to the balance on my phone screen. Until the passenger window rolled down slowly and I saw the woman who sat inside.

She was beautiful, a bit cold-looking and probably in her early twenties like me. She was putting on silver earrings and a dark red lipstick. She must have added that glossy thing that Vannesa used to because her lips alone were reflective.

“You should get in before the police arrive,” she said casually, as though we have met before.

I frowned immediately. “What?”

“You heard me.”

I took a cautious step back. “But I don’t know you.”

“No,” she replied calmly. “But I do.”

“What are you talking about?”

Her eyes drifted briefly toward the phone in my hand. then back to me.

“The account,” she said softly.

“What account?”

Instead of answering, she leaned sideways and opened the SUV door slowly. “Get in, Lawrence.”

Hearing my name from a stranger’s mouth sent a chill through my spine. “I’m not getting into some random car.”

“That random car,” she said calmly, “is the reason you’re still alive right now.”

Almost immediately, flashing police lights appeared at the end of the street.

My eyes widened and I wondered who actually called the police. The woman checked her watch lazily.

“You have maybe thirty seconds before they stop here and charge you with assault.”

She was right, I looked down at myself, bloody knuckles and bruised face. But they would only notice my poor clothes. Against rich college kids? The police wouldn’t even listen to my side, plus they already ran away.

“What do you want from me?” I asked carefully, I mean what if she was just after my phone, or the account, knowing that I now have it.

A faint smile touched her lips. “That depends,” she replied.

“On what?”

“On whether you get inside the car you dumb ass!”