Novels by Gem

Davion arrived at the location Wilson had sent him, his sharp eyes scanning the area. The air was thick with tension, and the scene before him was not what he had expected.Instead of Mad Tiger’s men lurking in the shadows, the entire place was surrounded by military forces. Dozens of heavily armed soldiers stood at attention, their rifles aimed at the massive compound in front of them.At the center of it all stood Irene.Davion sighed. Great. Just what I needed.Irene, dressed in her military uniform, radiated authority, but her face was twisted in frustration. Her subordinates looked uneasy, their expressions filled with both exhaustion and fear.One soldier hesitated before stepping forward. “Commander, we’ve been attacking for four hours now, but… there’s been no progress at all.”Irene’s fists clenched at her sides. “Four hours? You’re telling me that after four hours of fighting, you still haven’t broken in? Are you all completely useless?!”The soldier swallowed hard and looke

Trevor felt his heart pounding in his chest. The humiliation of being smacked around by those thugs still burned inside him, and now was his best chance to redeem himself. With shaky fingers, he pulled out his phone and quickly dialled his father. The moment the call connected, he launched into a rushed explanation of everything that had happened.“Dad, you won’t believe what just happened! I was at the Thornton family’s house, and these thugs from the Brown Gang barged in demanding money! They even tried to take Beverly! But then I was able to—”Trevor’s father, Richard Johnson, cut him off with a sharp growl. “Shut up, Trevor! Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?!”Trevor flinched at the sheer fury in his father’s voice. “W-What? Dad, I was trying to help!”“Help?! You absolute idiot!” Richard’s voice was shaking with anger. “Do you even know who you were dealing with?! Those weren’t just regular Brown Gang members—those were Iron Hand’s men!”Trevor swallowed hard

Davion barely flinched as the thugs lunged at him. In a blur of motion, he dodged the first punch, twisted around, and slammed his fist into the thug’s gut. The guy gasped, eyes bulging, before dropping like a sack of bricks.Another thug came at him with a knife, but Davion side-stepped at the last second, grabbing the guy’s wrist and twisting it hard. The knife clattered to the floor, and with one well-placed kick, the thug flew backward, crashing into a table.The rest of them hesitated, but their leader barked, “Get him!”Bad idea.Davion took them down one by one—lightning-fast punches, bone-crunching kicks, and effortless dodges. Within minutes, all of them were on the ground, groaning in pain. One guy tried to crawl away, but Davion planted his foot on the thug leader’s chest, pinning him down.“Talk,” Davion commanded, his voice dangerously low.The leader groaned, his face twisted in pain. “W-We weren’t here for the money,” he stammered. “Not really.”Davion narrowed his eyes

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

Davion’s face burned, not with shame, but with restrained fury. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, but he refused to bow his head. He met Margaret’s glare with an icy stare of his own, his jaw tight but steady.Wesley noticed and shot Margaret a sharp look, his voice low but firm.“That’s enough, Margaret,” he muttered, his eyes flashing with warning.Margaret lifted her chin and her lips curled into a thin, contemptuous smile.“I haven’t said anything wrong,” she said sweetly, feigning innocence. “It’s just strange for someone to show up after so many years... empty-handed. A little gift would’ve been polite, don’t you think?”Davion swallowed hard and the weight of her words pressed against his chest. But he said nothing, keeping his posture rigid.Wesley’s brows knitted together, and he placed a reassuring hand on Davion’s back, his voice gentler.“Come inside, my boy.”He guided Davion into the sprawling mansion — the place Davion had once called home

The airport buzzed with activity as people hurried through the terminal, but most of the crowd's attention had shifted to the massive fleet of luxury cars lined up outside. The vehicles gleamed under the afternoon sun, each one looking more expensive than the last, with tinted windows and polished chrome that screamed wealth and power.Passengers, airport staff, and onlookers whispered among themselves, curiosity filling the air like static electricity.“Whose convoy is that?” someone whispered, their voice barely above a breath.“I heard it's Charlie Hamilton's,” another person replied, glancing around nervously. “He’s the head of the city's biggest mafia.”“No way,” a woman gasped. “Charlie Hamilton? Here?”As the crowd murmured, the doors of the leading car opened, and Charlie himself stepped out. Dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, with slicked-back hair and a sharp, commanding gaze, he radiated danger and authority. His mere presence made people shrink back, their eyes