Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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“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