The fight had erupted into chaos. Jeremy’s team moved with precision, but everything was beginning to spiral out of control. The one who had stabbed James lunged toward the SUV, yanking open the back door, eyes set on the suitcase like a wolf that had spotted its prey. He was ready to tear through anyone in his way. But then, his gaze locked on Celicia, sitting frozen with wide, terrified eyes. She knew exactly what was at stake."Celicia!" James roared, the primal fury of a protective older brother charging his voice. His body surged with adrenaline as he yanked the blade from his gut, feeling the searing pain tear through him. With a swift motion, James buried the knife into the eye of his masked assailant, eliciting a shrill, blood-curdling scream that echoed through the narrow street.The situation was disintegrating rapidly.Jeremy’s eyes flashed as he caught sight of the assassin moving in on Celicia. He reacted without thinking. In a burst of speed, he dashed toward the SUV
In that moment, Jeremy saw it. The smallest of openings.Jeremy backed off, breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face. He had no choice but to wait now, to stay quick, to avoid the storm that was James Detroit until the man’s energy was depleted.As James stood there, glaring at him with eyes full of hatred, Jeremy braced himself for the next round. The day was far from over."He’s way stronger than I thought… he’s a beast," Jeremy processed the reality of the fight at lightning speed, his instincts screaming at him to escape. But there was no easy way out, not with James Detroit unleashing his full fury on him. The man moved with a dark power, each attack heavier than the last, relentless and precise. Jeremy ducked under a vicious punch, feeling the force graze past his head, wind whipping his face."I can’t use my katana. I can’t risk leaving any evidence behind." Jeremy had learned to survive by being careful. If James or anyone else connected this attack to him, the consequence
The alley was dimly lit, the shadows dancing across the brick walls as Jeremy approached the woman whose breathing was heavy, each exhale laced with pain as she winced, clutching her forehead just above the damaged eye. The stab wound had turned the once-vibrant eye into a void of darkness, an eerie blackness that now marked her face."Are you okay?" Jeremy’s voice was low, almost hesitant as he stepped closer. His boots crunched softly on the gravel beneath his feet, but his focus remained fixed on her. He couldn't shake the image of the knife plunging into her eye, the way she had screamed during the mission when James struck without hesitation. That scream had echoed in his mind since.She winced again, her hand trembling as it hovered near her ruined eye. “It still hurts,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. She removed her mask slowly, revealing her injury fully. The black void where her eye once was made Jeremy grimace internally.Jeremy’s jaw tightened as he knel
The evening was eerily quiet as Jeremy and Mary walked down the narrow alley, the tension from their encounter with Burke still lingering in the air. The weight of Burke’s offer—everything Jeremy could ever want—gnawed at him. It was tempting, but he knew it came at a price far greater than money or power. His uncle had always been willing to go further than anyone else, and that’s what made him dangerous."He's willing to give me everything… everything," Jeremy muttered under his breath, his thoughts swirling as they moved through the city’s shadows. "That’s the scary part."Mary, walking beside him, cast a sidelong glance. Though her body ached from the earlier ordeal, and the pain in her ruined eye was only just beginning to subside, she couldn’t shake the curiosity stirring inside her. There was something about Jeremy, something that made him stand apart from the cold, ruthless world they both seemed trapped in. He was different, but in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on
It wasn’t about power or money or survival in a warzone. It was about fear, about living with someone who was supposed to protect you but became your worst nightmare."You did what you had to do," Jeremy finally said, his voice low. "To survive."Mary looked up at him, her expression full of sorrow but also something else—hope. For the first time, someone didn’t look at her like a murderer or a victim. Jeremy saw her for what she was: a survivor."Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "For listening."Jeremy gave her a small nod. "We all have ghosts," he replied quietly, his eyes flickering with an understanding that came from his own haunted past. "But you don’t have to carry them alone."*_*James Detroit's roar echoed through the empty streets, the ground still trembling from the impact of his fist. His bloodshot eyes, burning with frustration and fury, searched in vain for any sign of Jeremy. The shadows where his opponent had been moments ago were now eerily still, the p
"Sometimes survival leaves scars that run deeper than anything physical." He said quietly, his voice steady but edged with a dark understanding.Mary nodded, a look of appreciation crossing her face. She had expected judgment or pity, but Jeremy offered neither. Instead, there was an unspoken solidarity between them—a bond formed from the shared experience of walking a path few could understand.As they continued walking, the city streets grew quieter, the only sound the soft crunch of their footsteps. Jeremy's mind raced, thinking about his own choices, his own survival. Finally, they reached a quiet corner of the city, where the lights from nearby buildings flickered softly against the dark sky. Jeremy stopped, turning to face Mary."You don't have to keep running," he said, his voice low but firm. "Not anymore. You've survived. Now it's time to live."Mary looked up at him, her good eye shimmering with tears, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to hope.*_"
“They did what?!” Bazel Detroit's voice boomed through the lavish halls of the Detroit mansion, rattling the chandelier above like a low thunderstorm. His anger filled the room like a suffocating fog, and his son, James, stood rooted in place, torn between fury and shame. James had never seen his father so livid. He was just as enraged himself—how could they have let it happen? How could someone have stolen the key right out from under their noses? He clenched his fists, trying to contain the fire of frustration that threatened to consume him.“I don’t know who did it!” James snapped, though his tone was more desperate than defiant. “We have no clue. No one saw a thing. It was clean, almost… supernatural.” Bazel glared at his son from behind the heavy oak desk, his eyes burning with an intensity that could melt iron. “No clue? No opening? You’re telling me that nothing slipped? How were they dressed? How did they attack? For God’s sake, there has to be something—anything!” His voic
Jeremy slumped in his seat, staring at the board in front of him but seeing nothing. His thoughts were elsewhere, twisted in knots as the weight of the past weeks continued to gnaw at him. He had thought that after Burke’s intervention, after the ambush that almost cost him everything, the Freaks would back off. Burke and his crew had dealt with them, or so he’d hoped. But it seemed that was only the beginning. The Freaks weren’t done with him. Not by a long shot.Across the classroom, Jeremy could feel eyes on him. His instincts prickled. The day was dragging on, but it wasn’t going to get any easier. His weekend plans with Sarah lingered at the back of his mind, but that was the least of his worries right now. Sarah had no idea what was really going on in his life, no clue about the dark, tangled web he had found himself caught in. He preferred it that way, but sometimes the thought of dragging her into this mess weighed on him more than anything else.Suddenly, a shadow loomed ov