Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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Allvar’s jaw clenched as the men encircled him, their cold stares pressing down like a pack of wolves cornering their prey. He could feel their eyes, but it was the bulky man standing directly in front of him—the leader—who held all of Allvar's focus. His sharp, calculating gaze never wavered, a cruel glint flickering behind his eyes.

“You’ve made some poor choices,” the leader said, his voice disturbingly calm as if he were discussing the weather. “And now, you’re going to pay for them.”

Allvar squared his shoulders, his pulse racing, but he forced himself to keep his tone steady. “I don’t know who you think you are,” he spat, “but you have no idea who you’re messing with.”

The man raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh, I know exactly who I’m messing with, Mr. Falck. It’s you who’s in the dark.”

Allvar’s fists clenched at his sides, frustration boiling just beneath his skin. “What the hell do you want from me?” His voice was sharp, the anger barely contained.