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103Derek swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between the men surrounding him, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. "I already paid you," he snapped, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "This wasn’t part of the deal!"Hawk took a deliberate step closer, his face a mask of irritation as his men tightened the circle around Derek, a mix of smirks and scowls on their faces. “Really?” Hawk’s voice was a low growl. “Because I don’t remember you mentioning that Allvar was some sort of MMA fighter or whatever he’s turned into.”Derek’s fists clenched, a tremor running through his hands as he struggled to keep calm. "I didn’t know," he muttered defensively, though he could hear how feeble his own words sounded. "I thought he was just a—""A smug little bastard?” the thug with a scar down his cheek interjected with a mocking sneer. “Yeah, we got that part. But you forgot to mention he could snap bones like twigs. We weren’t exactly prepared for a fight."“I didn’t know he could fig
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104Derek’s palms were clammy, his pulse racing. He wasn’t sure which scared him more—Hawk’s cold, predatory expression or the unsettling realization that Allvar was a bigger threat than he’d imagined.“So what do you want?” Derek demanded, his voice edged with frustration and desperation. “You want more money? Or something else?”Hawk’s grin widened, a dark glint in his eyes. “Now you’re getting it.” He crossed his arms, his tone turning casual as he considered Derek. “You’re gonna pay us triple. And this time, we’re gonna need some insurance. That way, if Allvar decides to go Rambo on us again, we’re covered.”“Triple?” Derek’s voice nearly cracked. “Are you serious? I don’t have that kind of money just lying around!”The thug with the scar stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin. “Guess you’ll have to get creative, Derek. Because if cash isn’t an option…” He chuckled darkly, “We’re more than willing to work out a different arrangement.”Derek’s gaze darted aroun
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105“Please, Hawk!” Derek’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Just—just a few more hours. I can get the money. I swear.”Hawk tilted his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “See, Derek, the thing about promises is… they don’t mean a thing to me anymore.” He looked over his shoulder at his men, who were waiting, fists already clenched. “Time for you to learn what happens when you mess with me.”“No, wait!” Derek pleaded, but Hawk snapped his fingers.A fist drove hard into Derek’s stomach before he could say another word. He doubled over, gasping, barely managing to raise his head before another blow cracked against his jaw, sending him staggering. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground, vision swimming.“Still think you can get it tomorrow?” Hawk taunted, crossing his arms as he watched Derek struggle to stand. “Or would you rather make it right now?”Derek held up his hands in a shaky surrender. “Alright! Alright, I’ll get it,” he wheezed, pain searing through his ribs
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106"Listen up," Hawk growled into the phone, his voice dropping to a dangerous calm. "If you’re really Derek’s friend, you’ll help him out. Because if you don’t…” He let the threat hang in the air, letting Ethan fill in the blanks.A heavy silence lingered before Ethan’s voice crackled back, icy and controlled. “Are you seriously threatening me right now?”Hawk chuckled, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill through Derek. “No, I’m promising. Now, are you going to help him or not?”Derek stood there, trying to keep his breathing steady, his gaze fixed on Hawk’s expression—a smirk that screamed danger. He wished he could say something to ease the tension, but Hawk’s glare pinned him in place.Ethan’s tone turned even colder. “Put Derek back on the phone.”Hawk rolled his eyes, thrusting the phone at Derek with a sneer. "You better hope he’s got good news," he muttered, his tone dripping with mockery. "Otherwise, you’ll be seeing the wrong end of a shovel."Derek took the phone, his
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107Derek’s phone, tucked away in his pocket, rang once again. The sudden sound caught him off guard, and before anyone could stop him, he swiftly pulled it out and answered. His heart was already pounding, but the tension in the air multiplied as he heard Ethan’s urgent voice on the other end.“Derek, I just tracked your location through the phone. Do you realize where you are? This place is crawling with Hawk’s men. I’m sending someone—”“No, Ethan!” Derek hissed, his voice a panicked whisper. “If you send anyone, Hawk’s guys will—”But he didn’t even finish before the unmistakable sound of screeching tires filled the warehouse, freezing everyone in place. Derek’s stomach dropped. He could only watch, dread building, as two black SUVs rolled up outside, their headlights casting an intense glow through the dusty windows. His mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. Hawk’s rivals? The police? Or something even more dangerous?Hawk’s expression darkened, twisting wi
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108Derek looked down, a wave of shame washing over him. "I... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen," he stammered, barely able to meet Grayson’s eyes.Grayson’s expression was colder than Derek had ever seen. “Didn’t mean for it to happen?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Do you have any idea how many strings I had to pull to get you out of that mess? You think I enjoy cleaning up after you, Derek?”Derek flinched, his left arm hanging limply at his side from the beating he’d taken. “I know, I messed up,” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. The pain in his leg throbbed with each tiny movement.“Messed up?” Grayson’s voice was low, almost a growl. “This stunt…” He leaned in closer, eyes cold and piercing. “Do you have any idea what your father’s going to do when he finds out?”Derek opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. The fear gnawed at him, and the memories of Hawk’s men roughing him up flashed across his mind. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. “I… I didn’
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109As Derek and Grayson stepped into the grand foyer of the estate, the towering silhouette of Victor Hawthorne loomed at the top of the staircase, his gaze piercing. His jaw clenched in visible anger, and the sound of his shoes echoed as he descended each step."Derek," Victor's voice was a low, furious growl. "What were you thinking?" He stopped inches away, eyes cold and unforgiving. "After I specifically warned you."Derek shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet his father’s gaze. "Dad, I—"Before he could finish, Victor’s hand swung across his face, the slap echoing through the hall. The impact sent Derek stumbling back, pain flaring in his already bruised cheek as he crashed against the marble floor. His injured leg throbbed, and his arm pulsed with agony.Victor didn’t flinch, watching his son crumple to the ground with a look of disgust. "Look at you," he sneered. "Injured and pathetic. How do you think you’re going to show up at the party this weekend like this?"Derek struggl
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110Derek limped up the grand staircase, each step a grueling reminder of the injuries throbbing through his leg and arm. Every muscle protested, and by the time he reached his room, he nearly collapsed against the door, shutting it with a frustrated slam.He clenched his jaw, anger bubbling up as he looked down at his bruised knuckles. “Damn you, Allvar,” he spat, punching the wall, barely registering the fresh jolt of pain.“How could he have fought off Hawk’s men?” he muttered, pacing back and forth. “Some nobody coming out of nowhere, embarrassing me like that… humiliating me!”He rubbed his sore shoulder and sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, his mind racing with images of the brawl. Hawk’s men had fallen so easily; Allvar had barely broken a sweat. It didn’t add up.“Unbelievable,” he sneered to the empty room. “Who the hell does he think he is?”A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. Grimacing, Derek straightened, wincing as his shoulder protested the movement. “What?” h
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298Allvar didn’t answer right away. His mind was working, trying to come up with a way out, a plan, anything. But the truth was, he wasn’t sure he could escape. The pain from the slap still throbbed in his jaw, and the ropes around his wrists were too tight to slip free from. His muscles burned, his body heavy with fatigue from the earlier struggles.Tobias waited, watching him carefully. “Nothing to say? Interesting.”Allvar glared at him, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His thoughts raced, trying to formulate a plan. But Tobias’s mocking gaze made it hard to focus. He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together.“You’re not going to win,” Allvar said quietly, though he wasn’t entirely sure he believed it himself. “This will end. It always does.”Tobias chuckled darkly, his voice low and dripping with amusement. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”Allvar couldn’t help but snap. The frustration, the anger, it all welled up inside of him. “Why don’t you just get it o
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297The stocky man shrugged. “Told you. He’s—”Without warning, Tobias slapped Allvar across the face, the sharp crack echoing through the warehouse. Allvar’s head snapped to the side, and a groan escaped his lips. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused.“There he is,” Tobias said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. He crouched down again, grabbing Allvar by the chin and forcing him to look up. “Welcome back, Allvar. Did you have a nice nap?”Allvar winced, his jaw throbbing from the slap. He tried to pull away, but Tobias’s grip tightened. “Go to hell,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.Tobias chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ve got some fight left in you. Good. I’d hate for this to be too easy.”The tall man and the stocky one snickered behind him, but Tobias silenced them with a sharp look. “You two—stand back. I’ll handle this.”They nodded quickly, retreating a few steps but staying close enough to watch.Tobias turned his attention back to Allvar, his expression turning
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296The group moved quickly through the damp alley, their prisoner slumped between the tall man and the stocky one. Allvar’s body hung limply, his head drooping as though unconscious. His feet dragged against the ground, leaving faint streaks of blood in their wake. The men didn’t seem to care, their focus solely on bringing him to Tobias."Pick up the pace," the tall man growled, his voice sharp with irritation. His eyes darted ahead, scanning the darkened alley for any signs of danger. "Boss doesn’t like waiting."The stocky man grunted in annoyance. "What’s the rush? He’s not going anywhere. Look at him—barely breathing.""Yeah? And whose fault will it be if he dies before Tobias gets a word out of him?" the tall man snapped, shooting his partner a glare that could cut through steel. His grip tightened on Allvar’s arm as if to emphasize the point.The stocky man let out an exasperated sigh but said nothing. "Not my problem," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes flicked to
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295“Careful,” the tall man said mockingly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t want him bleeding out before Tobias sees him.”Weston chuckled, shaking Allvar’s limp arm. “Bleeding out?” he scoffed. “Look at him. He’s practically swimming in his own blood already. Tobias’ll think we hit a slaughterhouse on the way.”Allvar could barely make out their words through the haze of pain, his vision blurring in and out. His muscles trembled, but he held on, fighting against the darkness threatening to swallow him whole. He clenched his teeth and managed to grunt, though his words came out in a painful rasp. “You… won’t win,” he hissed, barely audible, but enough to taunt them.The tall man stopped in his tracks, turning to lean down toward Allvar. He moved slowly, his breath hot and foul against Allvar’s ear as he whispered. “Win?” The man’s voice was thick with amusement. “Oh, Allvar, we already have. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”Weston snorted behind him, clearly enjoying the
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294The sound of heavy boots brought Allvar back from the brink of unconsciousness. His body felt like it was being torn apart, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through his limbs. His skin was slick with sweat, his breath ragged and shallow. He stirred slightly, barely able to move, and his surroundings swam in and out of focus.The storage closet was still cloaked in darkness, a suffocating void of silence and pain. Allvar tried to push himself up, but his strength failed him. His head was pounding, and his body was weak from the beating he had taken earlier. He could hear the footsteps now, their rhythm echoing through the narrow space. The voices outside were unmistakably closer, too close.“Check that door again,” barked one of the men, his voice sharp with authority.“All right, all right,” came the response, gruff and impatient. “You checked it five minutes ago, Holt. He’s not Houdini. He’s not gonna vanish into thin air.”“You checked it, but you didn’t check it right
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293Desperation coursed through him, pushing him forward once more, despite the pain, despite the blood dripping down his side. Every movement burned, but stopping wasn’t an option. His breaths came short and fast, his chest heaving with the effort.“It’s not… it’s not far…” Allvar rasped, though he knew he was lying to himself. His body was failing him, and he could feel it. He was slowing down, his legs refusing to carry him any further. Every step felt like an eternity, his boots dragging against the uneven pavement.A voice in his head screamed at him to stop, to rest, to let the pain win. But he shook his head violently, gritting his teeth. "No… not yet," he hissed, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears.The narrow alley stretched endlessly ahead of him, the shadows swallowing the dim light of the flickering streetlamps. The air smelled of damp concrete and rot, and the walls seemed to close in tighter with every step he took.“Where is it?” he mutte
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292Allvar’s legs screamed in agony as he forced himself to move, each step like a hot iron being driven into his muscles. The bleeding from the stab wound in his side had slowed to a steady trickle, but the pain was unbearable, gnawing at him with every breath. He could feel the blood soaking into his shirt, warm and sticky, as it ran down his torso.He had to keep going.“Move, damn it,” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth. “Just one more step. One more…”But his body wasn’t listening. Each movement felt heavier, slower. Tobias’s men were closing in, their footsteps echoing through the narrow alleyways like death’s march. He couldn’t afford to stop, couldn’t let them get close enough to see the blood. If they saw it, they’d know how weak he was.Allvar glanced over his shoulder, his eyes scanning the darkened streets. “Where the hell are they?” he whispered, his voice trembling. The night was too quiet. He could hear his own heart pounding, erratic and loud, in his ears
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291“They’re getting closer,” Allvar repeated, his voice laced with desperation as he stumbled forward, his gaze darting over his shoulder. The faint echo of footsteps reverberated in the cold night air, sending a shiver down his spine. His stomach churned as the realization hit him—Tobias’s men were closing in, and his options were running out.“This can’t be it,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening. “I can’t let him win. Not like this.”The sound of footsteps grew louder, more distinct. Allvar’s eyes darted to the left, then the right, scanning the maze of narrow alleyways and shadowed buildings. Every pathway seemed to stretch into endless darkness, and every corner felt like a potential ambush. He forced himself to make a choice, lunging toward a dimly lit alley to his left.“You’re wasting time,” he hissed to himself. “Move, Allvar. Move!”His boots pounded against the uneven ground as he sprinted forward, his breaths ragged and sharp in the icy air. His heart hammer
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290The men scrambled to comply, their fear propelling them into action. But Tobias wasn’t finished. His eyes locked onto one of them, the closest to him, as he advanced slowly, his footsteps deliberate and menacing.“You,” Tobias spat, his voice like ice. “You were supposed to keep him contained. What the hell happened?”The man’s breath hitched as he swallowed hard, eyes darting nervously. “I—I’m sorry, Tobias,” he stammered, taking a hesitant step back, his body tense, as though he were anticipating the strike. “We didn’t—”Before the man could finish, Tobias’s hand shot out, the blade flashing in the low light. He didn’t hesitate. The knife buried itself deep into the man’s neck with a sickening sound, blood spraying across the floor. A gurgling sound escaped the man’s throat as he collapsed to the ground, his hands twitching desperately in his final moments.The remaining men froze, their eyes wide in horror. The air in the room thickened, filled with the scent of blood and terro
