Within the desolate walls of an abandoned factory, three girls found themselves bound to stools, surrounded by menacing thugs. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Tracy mustered the courage to ask, recognizing one of the men as the drunk they had beaten the night before. In his sober state, he looked considerably more dangerous. The scar-faced man seated next to him exuded an even more lethal aura, both eyeing the terrified girls with lust."Who are we?" the scarred man hissed, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "We're those who shouldn't be messed with. Men piss in their pants when they hear our names – Marcus and Mario. I'm the mobster boss in this area!"His hand slammed down on the table with a thunderous impact, sending ripples through the beer glasses resting on its surface. The sudden force jolted the girls, causing them to startle in their seats."You three had the audacity to beat up my little brother when he was drunk and unable to defend himself!"Fear gripped them as

"Amanda, come back! Amanda!" Jessica's desperate calls fell on deaf ears as Amanda got into a taxi and left.Jessica cursed under her breath, then turned to Caleb, who seemed utterly bored by the unfolding drama."Look, delivery boy..." Jessica attempted to command the situation."Oh, I intend to look.... all night," Caleb replied, allowing his eyes to leisurely trace her body from head to toe. "Now, follow me."The thought of anything remotely intimate with Caleb made her stomach churn, but she clenched her fists and did as she was told.Ten minutes later, Caleb and Jessica entered a room in the dimly lit motel.She hesitated, glancing around the cheap surroundings. "Seriously, this hotel is so cheap. Then again, what would you know about anything classy?" She clung to her arrogance, despite the fact that he had just saved her.Caleb took off his jacket and glared at her. "You better watch your words, Jessica, or I might just send you back to those gangsters and let them deal with yo

Caleb gazed out the car window, the passing scenery a blur, as Frank navigated the road to college."Those Bennett brothers are the worst kind. Marcus thinks he's some big shot because he's got a bit of influence in the underworld, and Mario, well, he's just a loudmouth with a penchant for causing trouble," Frank explained with a scoff. "They thrive on preying on the vulnerable, using fear to maintain their shaky dominance."His tone suggested a personal distaste for their actions and attitudes."But what irks me the most is their lack of honor. No code, no principles—just a couple of opportunistic thugs trying to act tough," he added, shaking his head in disapproval. "I've seen their kind before, and they don't deserve an ounce of respect."Frank's words painted a vivid picture of his contempt for the Bennett brothers and their lack of integrity in the criminal underworld.As the car sped through the city, Frank couldn't help but express his thoughts about Caleb."You know, Caleb,

Caleb, after drying both his body and hair, skillfully wrapped the towel around his waist. With the washroom door unlocked, he strolled confidently to his closet.Amid the array of freshly acquired clothes, he zeroed in on a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a polo t-shirt, his choice for the party.As he tried on the outfit, he couldn't deny he looked pretty good in the mirror.He sighed while assessing his reflection. The idea of attending a party with those rich, entitled folks who had always made him feel inferior bothered him. It was like diving into a gathering with the very people who had a knack for making him uncomfortable, leaving his stomach in knots as he imagined the event.Susan, wasn't like the other rich entitled pricks. She was a constant source of sweetness, who had gone out of her way to invite him personally, he couldn't bear to let her down, especially on her birthday. ""I'll just pop in and out," he mused.With that thought, he got ready for what promised to be

As Professor Hanks delved into her lecture, Caleb's gaze involuntarily drifted to her form—a strappy black dress adorning flawless skin, her long hair elegantly gathered in a bun.As if feeling his gaze on her, she turned, chin lifting, her sweeping gaze meeting Caleb's. He didn't even contemplate looking away, unbothered by the fact that she knew he was watching. Unfazed, he didn't care if she sensed his thoughts, even the less noble ones. In that moment, he reckoned with the question—when did he become such a bastard? The answer eluded him.Caleb's gaze involuntarily traced the contours of Professor Hanks as memories of his vivid dream lingered. The black dress she adorned seemed almost tailored to accentuate every perfect curve, and Caleb found himself involuntarily licking his lips, entranced by the tantalizing thoughts beneath the fabric.Professor Hanks fixed him with an arched eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on her lips. Suddenly, it felt as if a chill ran down his spine, as if