Upon returning from school on a Tuesday evening, Newton found no changes in the situation at home. The traitor within their camp remained elusive, and the identity of the abductee by the Lees remained unknown. Seeking rest and the opportunity to meet Kira, Newton ascended the stairs to the fifth floor, hoping for a fortuitous encounter.
To his surprise, Kira stood in the same spot where they had last met, seemingly waiting for him. With eagerness, Newton quickened his pace to join her, stopping a few meters away."Hello Kira," he called out, attempting to strike up a conversation.Turning to face him, Kira appeared even more breathtaking than before. Undeterred by her unresponsiveness, Newton persisted."Aren't you surprised that I know your name?" he inquired, hoping to evoke a reaction.She merely shrugged, keeping her gaze fixed on his face."My father informed me," Newton continued, determined to break the ice. "You now work for me. I am your boss."Kira's expression remained unchanged, displaying her indifference to his words."Uh... You can talk to me. You won't be breaking any rules," Newton coaxed, urging her to speak.Without uttering a word, Kira turned around and picked up a sword. She began swinging it, eventually running a finger along the blade.Growing frustrated with her silence, Newton longed to hear her voice. He had an imagined tape playing in his mind, anticipating what her voice might sound like. All he needed was for her to speak, so he could confirm the resemblance.Sensing Newton's frustration, Kira offered him a sword with a sweet smile.Newton accepted the sword, and she proceeded to correct the positioning of his sword hand. She then kicked his legs apart, aligning them with the proper stance.With her proximity intensifying, Newton could now sense her presence and catch the scent of her perfume. Temptation stirred within him, urging him to abandon all pretense and kiss her. Yet, he restrained himself, reminding himself to stay focused on their business.Kira gracefully executed a backflip before assuming her stance once again. Newton motioned for her to come at him, determined to show her that he was not easily defeated as he had been in their previous encounter.*Wham*Out of nowhere, a kick landed on Newton's jaw, momentarily leaving his head light. He marveled at Kira's incredible speed, realizing that she was too swift for him to react to the attack."Is that all you've got?" Newton challenged, blood dripping from his lips.She launched another kick aimed at his face, but this time he was prepared. Newton caught her leg with his large hands and pulled her closer, securing both legs in his grip. A satisfied expression crossed his face as he successfully restrained her.Performing a monkey flip, Kira swiftly maneuvered, causing Newton to fall onto his back. She stood triumphantly over him, his massive frame sprawled on the ground. Extending her hand, she helped him up, and he accepted the gesture.Passing him a sword, Kira proceeded to teach him basic attack and defense moves. They practiced these techniques repeatedly, honing their skills."Let's fight again!" Newton challenged, eager for another round.Kira nodded, assuming her stance. This time, Newton executed the correct maneuvers.Within a few swift exchanges, Kira expertly positioned the tip of her sword at Newton's throat. Feeling defeated, he dropped his sword in surrender.Kira smiled and picked up both swords, preparing to return them."Is that all for today?" Newton inquired.Kira nodded, swiftly sprinting back to the window."Not again," Newton muttered to himself, realizing that Kira was leaving once more through the windowAs Kira waved at him before leaping out of sight, a wave of loneliness washed over Newton. He yearned for more time to spar with her or, better yet, to have someone he could converse with throughout the day.Seeking solace, Newton retreated to his room and took a cold shower. Lying on his bed, he stared at the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, desperately searching for something to alleviate his boredom.Suddenly, an idea struck him. "Why don't I call Drax and suggest going to the gym today?" he pondered.Grabbing his phone, Newton scrolled through his contacts until he found "Brother," Drax's nickname. He dialed the number, but the call failed to connect. Three attempts yielded the same frustrating result.It dawned on him that he hadn't seen Drax since their last visit to the gym together the previous day. Panic seized Newton's thoughts, and he hurried downstairs.Knocking once on his father's door, he swiftly entered. "Have you seen Drax?" he asked his father, his voice trembling with worry.His father's eyes widened, recognizing the urgency in Newton's tone. Immediately, Mr. Norton picked up his phone and dialed Grinch."Have you seen Drax?" he asked Grinch with evident concern, his voice filled with worry and anticipation."No, sir. I haven't seen him... Oh my God... Could it be?" Newton overheard Grinch's alarmed response from the phone.Mr. Norton released the phone, letting it fall onto the bed. He sank back onto his pillow, locking eyes with Newton, both sharing a sense of distress and uncertainty."Should we call Mr. Lee?" Newton asked anxiously, desperation evident in his voice.Mr. Norton reached for the phone, his face displaying a mix of concern and determination."Can you take me to that bastard Lee?" Newton pleaded."I'm sorry, sir... We'll have to wait for them to make contact," came the response from the other end.Frustration and disappointment gripped Mr. Norton as he shook his head, abruptly ending the call. The abrupt awakening and the news he had received left his eyes red and a sour mood lingering in the air. "Wait for them to contact us? To inform us that they've taken the life of a good man?" Mr. Norton muttered, his voice filled with dismay.Just as the tension settled, the phone rang again, and Grinch's voice came through the line. "Sir, the Lees have just made contact," Grinch reported, aware of the urgency in Mr. Norton's tone."And?... Spit it out, Grinch!" Mr. Norton exclaimed impatiently, craving immediate answers."They have Drax, sir," Grinch relayed, his words carrying the weight of the news.The anger in Mr. Norton flared up. "What do those filthy bastards want with a good man?" he shouted, his frustration boiling over. Seeking clarity, he asked Grinch about their intentions, venting his anger over the phone."They didn't mention it, sir," Grinch replied, maintaining his calm demeanor.Determined, Mr. Norton snapped, "The next time those dirty scoundrels call again, tell them to release this man or else..." His voice trailed off as he abruptly ended the call, leaving his intentions hanging in the air.Newton had always been intrigued by how Grinch rose to become the leader of the Norts. Despite the chaos surrounding their world, Grinch carried an air of tranquility, rarely resorting to cursing and maintaining a demeanor that could be mistaken for that of a middle school teacher. Though Newton had witnessed Grinch's aggression during Mr. Belson's kidnapping, the majority of the time, he remained composed and collected."Those bastards... They better not lay a finger on my boy," Mr. Norton muttered, his concern for Drax evident. Drax held a special place in Mr. Norton's heart, akin to a son.Newton's shoulders slumped with sorrow, realizing that his best friend, whom he considered a brother, had been cruelly taken away. The circumstances surrounding Drax's abduction raised the grim possibility of him meeting the same fate as Mr. Belson. Newton held the Lees responsible, even if indirectly, as the weight of Drax's peril weighed heavily on his mind.The thought of Drax's life hanging in the balance pierced Newton's heart like a nail struck by a hammer. In that moment, the pain and anguish he felt for his friend were immeasurable. He whispered, "My dear brother," shaking his head in disbelief, the weight of his emotions bearing down upon him.Motivated by the overwhelming memories of Drax that flooded his mind while staying at the mansion, Newton made the decision to visit his old house for the day, hoping that the change of scenery would help him focus on school.As Newton's classes concluded, Jeremiah Lee once again appeared on the scene.This time, Jeremiah approached him without hostility, but Newton sensed something amiss.Reflecting on the countless times Jeremiah had tried and failed to bring him down, Newton couldn't help but marvel at his own resilience, showing up for class each day seemingly unaffected.Jeremiah had chosen not to involve his father's men this time, dismissing them as "useless."Newton's suspicions intensified.Jeremiah had made it a routine to attack him either physically or verbally, but today he seemed to let him off the hook."Newton, I'd like to come over to your house today. Unwanted guests have invaded mine. I'll compensate you for the day's work you would have done at the job site," Robert
Newton returned to his mansion after school the next day to find Grinch and some of the gang members gathered on one side. Curious but not wanting to interrupt their meeting, he decided to go directly to his father and inquire about the situation. He entered the private living room where his father was engrossed in watching the stock market report on the newly replaced, even bigger TV."Any news on Drax?" Newton asked his father, hoping for some updates.His father shook his head in response. "No. They haven't called to say what they want?"Newton pressed further, concerned about his best friend's well-being."No, son... They didn't," his father replied, sharing the lack of information."I just hope he's safe," Newton expressed his worry.Just then, a beep interrupted their conversation. It was Grinch on the other line."Sir, some Beanies have moved into town. They reportedly harassed Easy-Fit into closing their store," Grinch informed.Easy-Fit was a retail store that sold high fashi
"You did good, son," Mr. Norton praised his son as they sat together in the living room.Newton went on to explain his experience, recounting the intense firefight and the unfortunate loss of one of their men.Feeling the need to relax, Newton retreated to his room and immersed himself in a warm bath in his Jacuzzi, hoping that Kira would join him on the fifth floor.As he dried off and got dressed, Newton couldn't help but think about the possibility of meeting Kira. He changed into sweatpants and a black vest, opting for a casual and comfortable attire.With bare feet, Newton made his way up to the fifth floor, eagerly anticipating Kira's presence. However, upon opening the door, he was greeted by an empty hallway, devoid of any sign of her.Undeterred, Newton decided to wait for Kira, hoping she would eventually show up. The minutes ticked by, but there was still no sign of her arrival.Just as Newton's anticipation began to wane, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the
Newton's mind was restless throughout the night, consumed by thoughts of Drax, his dear lost friend. He played out scenarios in his head, imagining how the exchange with the Lees would unfold.As the clock struck 3 am, Newton's eyes remained wide open, sleep evading him. The weight of the impending mission kept his mind racing.Despite the sleep deprivation, Newton rose early, driven by determination. He walked to the front of his opulent mansion, where he was met with a sight that took his breath away. Stacks of cash, more than he had ever seen in his life, filled his vision. The money was meticulously packed in boxes and loaded into an SUV. Additional large boxes still awaited their turn to be loaded.Observing the immense wealth before him, Newton gained a deeper understanding of his newfound financial status. The realization of his immense wealth mingled with the gravity of the situation he was about to face.For an hour, the men labored to stack the cash into the waiting SUVs. New
The vehicle Newton was being held in had moved a few feet away when he suddenly heard a deafening noise — *Boom* — as the SUVs behind them exploded. Startled, Newton's heart raced, and he exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Mr. Lee, who was seated beside him. "Damn... Those fools killed more good men," Mr. Lee cursed, his voice filled with anger and frustration. "I had eight good men in those two cars!" he yelled, his tone laced with fury. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Newton realized why the Grinch had emphasized the need to leave quickly after rescuing Drax. It became evident that bombs had been planted on the very SUVs they were riding in. "You have failed, Norton. You will do more than light a small fire to get to me," Mr. Lee sneered, his voice dripping with contempt."This was your father's plan? I give you your friend, then you try to kill me? You can't outwit a fox. I am one step ahead of that fool," he boasted, a smug grin spreading across his face."Your fathe
Newton found himself confined in a dim and oppressive room, enveloped by darkness. The absence of light accentuated the gnawing hunger that pierced his stomach, reminding him of his vulnerability.Regret filled his thoughts as he wished he had heeded his father's warnings. His unwavering loyalty to his best friend, Drax, had inadvertently ensnared him in the clutches of his enemies.Despite the betrayal, Newton couldn't bring himself to hate Drax completely. He believed there must be a valid reason behind his friend's apparent treachery. In the darkroom, he patiently waited for Mr. Lee and Drax to unveil their intentions and confront him, wondering what fate awaited him.As he sat in solitude, memories of joyous moments with Drax flickered through his mind like scenes from a movie. He reminisced about the camaraderie and cherished memories they had shared. However, the images swiftly transitioned into Drax's hurtful remarks and the sight of his angry face hurling insults at him, replay
Newton received no answer except the sound of a broom falling nearby, but he wasn't religious. Still, he prayed fervently that his father would not fall into the hands of Drax and Mr. Lee. He knew all too well that they did not wish him well, and so he sat in the chair, his movements limited to just a few inches. Cramps in his legs intensified, rendering them completely numb, and a persistent hunger gnawed at his stomach while his parched throat begged for relief. Weak and feeling his life slowly slipping away, he braced himself for what lay ahead.The following day, the sound of the garage door opening reached Newton's ears, and he was certain that Mr. Lee and Drax had returned to subject him to further punishment. Suddenly, the black hood covering his head was removed, causing Newton to blink as his eyes adjusted to the bright surroundings. He scanned the face of his visitor, realizing it was Lee in a red jacket.Lee held a red water bottle and a piece of bread as he spoke, "Here,
Alone in the room, Newton scanned his surroundings, desperately seeking anything that could aid his escape. His eyes fell upon a screwdriver placed on a table in the far corner. A surge of hope coursed through him as he noticed a pocket knife just a few feet away. He struggled with his hands, but the chains that bound him held firm, frustrating his attempts.Undeterred, Newton vigorously shifted his body, attempting to loosen the screws securing his chair. Despite his relentless efforts, the joint displayed no sign of weakness. Determined, he exerted all his remaining strength, pushing against the chains in a futile attempt to break free. To his dismay, the chains refused to budge.Exhaustion consumed Newton as weariness enveloped his weakened body, compounded by the torment he had endured throughout the day. Realizing the futility of his endeavors, he fell silent, accepting the harsh reality. His gaze wandered once more, observing the tantalizing tools of escape lying tantalizingl
The cheerful laughter of students filtering through the air and the soft, melodic chirping of birds in the nearby trees created a serene and calm atmosphere at Bayfield College.For some, these sounds were a mockery of the distinct surge of emotion they felt as they glanced over their grade sheets, which were posted on the large wall in the center of the school."Thank you so much for everything you've done for me," a voice whispered next to Newton as he traced his finger along the rows.Glancing down, he returned a warm smile to the small figure with large brown eyes who stood beside him with a cheerful demeanor.He shifted his attention to the results sheets, "How were your results?" He asked.Allison Cornor hastily reached into her purse, unable to contain the broad grin that spread across her face. "Here, take a look, Newt." She handed Newton her phone, her eyes locked with his, a broad smile on her lips.Taking the phone from Allison, Newton glanced at the screen, his smile widen
To Newton's astonishment, the men in black masks fell lifeless before him, their once threatening presence reduced to mere corpses. Only Robert, Grinch, and Mrs. Elizabeth remained, fear etched on their faces.Startled, Grinch and Robert turned to see a figure with dreadlocks approaching, guns aimed directly at them. It was Drax, the man who had caused Newton so much pain and loss."Grinch, you fool. I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid my eyes on you," Drax's gruff voice boomed through the room, his gaze fixed on the trio of traitors.Confusion filled the air as Grinch questioned Drax, "What's going on, Drax? I thought you hated Mr. Norton too."Drax let out a booming laugh, finding Grinch's statement absurd. "Hate? How could I hate my Father? That man gave me a life I never had. Even you, he provided for you, but look at what you've become. You've fallen so far."Newton's mind reeled, the revelation turning his world upside down. "You killed my father, you devil! What are
The leader of the group, a diminutive figure, stepped forward, his voice laced with authority. "Newton, raise your hands where I can see them," he commanded. It was the same individual who had fled the gunfight earlier, with the Beanies in pursuit.Surprise mingled with confusion on Newton's face as he processed the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment.Newton's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of his men, weariness etched on their faces as they stood with their hands raised in surrender. Their eyes pleaded with him, seeking guidance and a way out of this perilous predicament.The shockwaves of betrayal reverberated through Newton's being as Grinch, his trusted security leader and friend, stepped away from his side and aligned himself with the enemy. Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Newton's face as he stared at Grinch, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hurt. "What's going on, Grinch? What do you think you'r
As they approached the remnants of the factory, a scene of desolation greeted them. The charred remains of the once-thriving establishment stood as a testament to the destructive power that had befallen it. dust wisped from the ruins, carrying memories of a fiery past.In the dimly lit expanse of the factory, Willis stood at the far end, his frantic waves beckoning Newton and the team to join him. Newton quickened his pace, followed closely by Grinch and the rest of the team. As they reached Willis, they found him standing over the remnants of a destroyed gas cylinder, the charred metal a stark reminder of the fire that had consumed the area."This looks like the cause of the fire here, boss," Willis exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency.Newton's eyes scanned the scene, memories resurfacing of their previous visit when they had investigated the Bagwells' altercation in this very place. "Yes, Willis. We have been here before. The fire was caused by a bullet hitting a gas cylinder,
With cautious steps, Newton and his men navigated the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving warehouse. The echoes of their movements mingled with the scent of smoke and dust, creating an eerie atmosphere.The small secured office stood before them, its walls scorched and crumbling from the devastating explosion. Newton's kick sent the door crashing to the ground, his eyes darting around the charred remains of the office.Grinch chuckled softly at the sight. "There goes their precious secured door," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.As they entered the room, Newton's gaze shifted upward, only to find a void where the roof and air vent had once been. The blast had obliterated any trace of the trigger mechanism that would grant them access to the secret door below."How do we get down there?" Newton voiced his frustration, unsure of the next step without the means to unlock the door.One of Newton's men, his M4 rifle gripped firmly, inquired about the door's w
"Grinch, instruct the men to turn around. We're heading back home. This is not our fight," Newton firmly instructed.Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, his expression conflicted. "I could have advised that we stay a bit longer and see who wins. Then we could annihilate the winning side since they would have been weakened."Newton shook his head, his voice resolute. "No. Instruct the men to turn around, Grinch. We're heading back!"Just as Newton spoke those words, Arturo emerged from the chaos, boldly walking toward Newton's side, showing no concern for the gunfire erupting around him from the Bagwells' side."Look at that devil!" Grinch yelled, unable to contain his anger and frustration. Before Newton could react, Grinch extended his gun from the window and fired at Arturo. The shot hit Arturo's chest, but it seemed to have little effect on him. With a wicked grin, Arturo retaliated, releasing a hail of bullets toward Newton's entourage, drawing other Beanies into the firefight.Duc
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was