Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

Uncle Tom

12

Allvar hung up the phone and straightened up, his entire demeanor shifting from tense to confident. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, a calm expression settling over his face.

Serena’s brow furrowed as she noticed the change in him. “What’s with the sudden attitude? You really think some lowlife you called is going to help?” she sneered, though her voice wavered slightly.

Her lover, sensing her unease, pulled her close. “Babe, don’t worry. He’s bluffing. It’s all part of the act. Uncle Tom will handle this, no problem.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze, but the smirk on his face faltered just a little.

Allvar met their gazes coolly, his confidence unwavering. “We’ll see who’s bluffing when this is over.”

Serena laughed, but it lacked the same malice as before. “You’re really digging your own grave, Allvar. When Uncle Tom gets here, he’s going to eat you alive.”

“Sure he will,” Allvar said evenly, his eyes not leaving hers. “But I wonder how your boyfriend will feel when all of this backfires.”

Her lover snorted, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “You’re talking like you’ve got something big up your sleeve. Hate to break it to you, man, but we’ve got the law on our side.”

“Law?” Allvar chuckled, shaking his head. “If you call a crooked cop the law, then sure.”

The crowd, still lingering nearby, murmured among themselves, some looking intrigued, others skeptical. Mikel shifted nervously next to Allvar, his voice low but firm. “Man, I hope your guy knows what he’s doing. They’re serious about holding you here.”

“They won’t need to,” Allvar replied, his voice steady. “This’ll be over soon.”

Serena’s boyfriend crossed his arms, leaning against the bar with a smug grin. “You’re not leaving until Uncle Tom gets here. And when he does, you’re finished. You might want to say your goodbyes.”

Serena leaned into him, glancing back at Allvar. “Honestly, this is getting embarrassing. You look so sure of yourself, but it’s only going to make your fall that much harder.”

Allvar didn’t react to her words, his eyes instead scanning the room. “I wonder if everyone here’s ready to see how this plays out. Should be interesting.”

The tension in the air thickened, and all eyes were on the door, waiting to see who would arrive first, the crooked cop or Allvar’s mysterious ally.

Soon, the door swung open, and Uncle Tom strode in, his gaze instantly locking onto Allvar. He was a large man with a hardened expression, his cop uniform slightly wrinkled as if he hadn’t cared enough to smooth it out. His eyes gleamed with malice as he approached the bar, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor.

Serena’s lover immediately straightened up, his face lighting up with satisfaction. He hurried over to Tom, his hand gesturing eagerly toward Allvar. "That’s him, Uncle Tom. That’s the thief. The one who’s been causing all this trouble.”

Tom paused for a moment, his cold eyes following the direction of Serena’s lover’s finger until they rested on Allvar. Without a word, he pulled out his handcuffs, the metal clinking ominously as he advanced.

The entire bar seemed to hold its breath, watching the scene unfold with intense interest. Allvar’s frown deepened, and he instinctively took a step back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Uncle Tom sneered, twirling the handcuffs in his hand before stopping right in front of Allvar. “Arresting a thief, what does it look like? You’re coming with me. Unless you want me to make this difficult and drag you out of here.”

Allvar’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t have any evidence. You can’t just—”

“I don’t need evidence,” Tom cut him off, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’ll find the evidence after I’ve thrown you in a cell. And trust me, once you’re in, no one’s going to care what you have to say.”

Mikel, standing close by, stepped forward in alarm. “Hold on, you can’t just arrest him without proof!”

Uncle Tom shot Mikel a dismissive glance. “I can and I will. You want to join him? Keep running your mouth, kid.”

Serena’s boyfriend chuckled darkly, leaning back against the bar with a smug grin. “Told you, Allvar. You’re done for.”

Allvar’s pulse quickened, a mix of anger and fear swirling inside him. He glanced at the handcuffs, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “You’re not taking me anywhere without a real reason,” he said through gritted teeth.

Tom’s smirk grew, and with a swift motion, he grabbed Allvar’s wrist and began snapping the cuffs around him. “You’re coming, whether you like it or not. And if you even think about resisting, I’ll shoot. Understand?”

The cold metal dug into Allvar’s skin, and his frustration boiled over. “This is a setup,” he hissed. “You’re not even trying to be fair!”

Tom ignored him, tightening the cuffs with a cruel twist. “Fair? You really think anyone cares about fairness when a hundred grand’s involved? You’ve got nothing, kid. Let’s see how tough you are at the station.”

Allvar’s heart pounded in his chest as panic started to creep in. He couldn’t let this happen. Not like this. “You can’t just—”

“Enough!” Tom barked, jerking Allvar’s cuffed wrists roughly. “Save it for the judge.”

Just as Tom began to pull Allvar toward the door, a cold, authoritative, female voice sliced through the tense air. “"Who gave you the courage to put handcuffs on him? Take them off right now!"”