Chapter 13

Chapter 13

As Ramon, Violet, and Lila crouched in the shadows, watching Xavier and his co-kings.

They were concealed behind a stack of old crates, their breaths shallow as they listened to the speeches echoing through the dimly lit room. Lila, a few feet away, was trembling slightly, her hand resting on Ramon’s arm as if seeking strength from his presence.

He glanced at her and gave a reassuring nod, silently promising her that they would see this through together.

The gathering was intense. At the front of the room, Xavier spoke with a powerful, almost hypnotic tone, his words calculated to fuel the obedience of his followers. His voice filled the air, smooth and commanding as he preached about the importance of unity, loyalty, and absolute power.

Yet there was something dark beneath his rhetoric—a simmering hostility directed at anyone who dared to challenge him. Ramon could see how Xavier had cultivated a culture of fear and control, casting himself as the indispensable leader, the one who alone could protect his followers from external threats. Ramon knew he had to put a stop to it.

Ramon shifted his position, careful not to draw attention, and raised the small camera concealed in his jacket. He focused the lens on Xavier, capturing every word, every gesture. He knew this footage could be the evidence they needed to expose Xavier’s network to the university authorities and, hopefully, dismantle the toxic hierarchy that had festered under the surface for so long.

As Xavier continued his speech, Ramon caught snippets of conversations around him. Whispers of loyalty pledges, stories of those who had “fallen out of line,” and murmured promises to defend Xavier’s regime at any cost. It was a chilling reminder of the extent of Xavier’s influence. Ramon felt his heart race, but he steadied himself, determined to see this through.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, Ramon noticed someone in the crowd who made his heart skip a beat—Marcus, one of Xavier’s right-hand men, who had always seemed more ruthless than the rest. Marcus had an aura of danger, a kind of cold detachment that made Ramon uneasy. Marcus’s eyes swept the room, calculating and watchful, and Ramon instinctively held his breath, praying they wouldn’t be discovered.

But then, Marcus leaned in and whispered something to Xavier, who stopped mid-sentence and looked around the room, his eyes narrowing. Ramon’s blood ran cold. Had they been noticed?

Xavier’s voice dropped to a chilling calm. “We have a traitor among us,” he said, his words sending a wave of unease through the crowd. “Someone who thinks they can undermine everything we’ve built.”

Ramon’s heart hammered. He glanced at Violet, who gave him a look of fierce determination, as if to say, We’re in this together. They knew they had to stay calm, blend in, and not give themselves away.

Xavier continued, his gaze piercing through the room. “I don’t tolerate disloyalty,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “Anyone who questions my authority will face consequences.”

He paused, and the silence that followed was suffocating. Ramon could feel the weight of Xavier’s words pressing down on everyone in the room, a heavy reminder of the control he wielded. He couldn’t let this go on.

Ramon clenched his fist, feeling the anger rise within him. He wanted to confront Xavier right then and there, to expose him in front of everyone. But he knew it wasn’t the time. They still didn’t have enough evidence, and any sudden move could jeopardize everything.

Just as Ramon was weighing his options, a hand grabbed his shoulder. He froze, turning slowly to see Marcus staring down at him, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Well, well,” Marcus sneered. “What are you doing here, Ramon?”

Ramon swallowed, his mind racing as he tried to think of a response. He could feel Violet tense beside him, her eyes wide with fear.

Marcus leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “Did you really think you could walk in here and not be noticed? You’re bolder than I thought.”

Ramon met Marcus’s gaze, forcing himself to stay calm. “I’m here because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he replied evenly. “After all, everyone talks about Xavier’s gatherings. I figured it was time I saw it for myself.”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Ramon thought he might have convinced him. But then Marcus chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “Nice try, but I don’t buy it. Xavier wants to see you—now.”

Ramon’s heart raced as Marcus grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the front of the room. Violet and Lila tried to follow, but Marcus waved them back, his expression cold.

“Just Ramon,” he said sharply. “Xavier doesn’t like uninvited guests.”

Ramon looked back at Violet, his eyes conveying a silent apology. He didn’t want her to get caught up in this any more than she already had. Violet’s expression was filled with worry, but she nodded, understanding his silent plea. As he was led toward Xavier, Ramon took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever confrontation awaited him.

Xavier watched him approach with an unreadable expression, his gaze cool and calculating. “Ramon,” he said, his voice smooth and measured. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Ramon forced a smile. “I’m full of surprises, I guess.”

Xavier’s lips curved into a smirk. “Indeed. But I have to wonder… what exactly are you doing here? I don’t recall inviting you.”

Ramon met his gaze, refusing to show any sign of fear. “I wanted to understand what makes you think you can control everyone at this university. People are starting to question your authority, Xavier. They’re tired of living in fear.”

Xavier’s smile faded, and a cold anger flickered in his eyes. “You think you’re some kind of hero, don’t you?” he sneered. “Someone who can ‘liberate’ these people? You’re nothing more than an annoyance, Ramon—a minor setback.”

Ramon’s pulse pounded, but he held his ground. “Maybe. But at least I’m not a coward, hiding behind fear and intimidation.”

Xavier’s expression darkened, and he took a step closer, his voice a dangerous whisper. “You don’t understand what you’re dealing with, Ramon. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

Ramon met his gaze without flinching. “Maybe not. But that won’t stop me from trying.”

For a moment, they stood face to face, locked in a silent battle of wills. Then, without warning, Xavier turned to Marcus and nodded. Marcus grinned, stepping forward as if relishing the chance to deal with Ramon himself.

Before Ramon could react, Marcus’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him staggering back. Pain shot through him, but he quickly steadied himself, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing him fall.

The crowd watched in silence, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. Xavier’s followers had never seen anyone challenge him like this, and Ramon could sense that some of them were starting to question their loyalty. He had planted a seed of doubt, and he hoped it would grow.

Marcus swung again, but this time Ramon was ready. He dodged the blow, using the momentum to land a punch of his own. Marcus stumbled back, clearly surprised by Ramon’s resistance.

Xavier’s expression turned to one of irritation, and he raised a hand, signaling for his followers to step forward.

“Enough,” he said coldly. “Let’s show him what happens to those who defy us.”

Several of Xavier’s followers moved in, surrounding Ramon. He knew he was outnumbered, but he refused to back down. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he braced himself for the fight.

But before they could close in, a voice rang out from the back of the room.

“Stop!”

Everyone turned to see Lila, standing tall and defiant. She stepped forward, her voice steady as she addressed the crowd. “Xavier isn’t a leader—he’s a tyrant. He uses fear to control you, to make you feel like you need him. But you don’t. You’re stronger than that.”

The room fell silent as her words sank in. Ramon could see the impact they had on the crowd, the way some of Xavier’s followers looked at each other, questioning their loyalty.

Xavier’s face twisted in anger, and he turned on Lila. “You’re nothing,” he spat. “A traitor who doesn’t understand loyalty.”

Lila met his gaze without flinching. “Loyalty isn’t the same as fear, Xavier. You wouldn’t understand that.”

In that moment, something shifted. Ramon could feel the tension in the room dissipate as more people began to murmur, their doubts growing louder. Xavier’s grip on them was weakening, and he knew it.

Desperation flickered in Xavier’s eyes as he realized he was losing control. He looked at Marcus, but even Marcus seemed uncertain, glancing at the crowd with a hint of hesitation.

Sensing his chance, Ramon stepped forward. “It’s over, Xavier. You don’t control these people anymore.”

Xavier glared at him, but he knew he had lost. One by one, his followers began to step back, breaking away from his influence. Some walked out of the room, while others stayed, but their loyalty to him was shattered.

In the end, it was just Xavier and Marcus, standing alone in the center of the room. Ramon met Xavier’s gaze one last time, a silent message passing between them. He had won.

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