THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god)

Chapter 2

Nathan wasted no time and hurried to Narco Bank, the Gold card burning in his pocket. His heart pounded—not from excitement, but from the lingering sting of betrayal. But he needed answers, mostly at the moment.

As he approached the grand entrance of Narco Bank, he barely had time to take in the opulent surroundings before two familiar figures stepped in his path.

Natalia’s mother, Thelma, and her younger sister, Joyce.

Sighting him, their eyes gleamed with something far less polished—contempt.

Thelma sneered, her red lips curling in disgust. “What the heck are you doing here, good-for-nothing?”

Joyce cackled, flipping her sleek brown hair over her shoulder. “Oh, please tell me you’re lost. This isn’t some rundown café, you know.”

Nathan clenched his fists but remained silent.

“Ah,” Thelma gasped dramatically. “Maybe he came to see us to beg Natalia to take him back. How pitiful.”

Joyce snorted, linking her arm with her mother’s. “If that’s the case, then he’s even dumber than we thought. My sister finally got her senses back and dumped your sorry ass.”

“You’re right, my dear.” Thelma nodded approvingly. “Natalia deserves the best, not some useless freeloader who drags her down.”

Nathan exhaled, his patience thinning. He had expected hostility, but their words grated against his pride like sandpaper.

“I’m not here for Natalia,” he finally said, his voice even. “I have my own reason for being here.”

That sent Joyce into another round of laughter. “Oh? And what possible reason could you have for stepping foot into the prestigious Narco Bank?”

Thelma scoffed, eyeing him like he was an insect beneath her designer heels. “Do you even have a bank account here? This place isn’t for people like you, twerp!”

With a smirk, she reached into her purse and flashed a bronze card. Joyce did the same, wiggling hers between her fingers like a prized trophy.

Nathan’s jaw tightened. He knew what those cards meant. Narco Bank was the largest financial institution in the country. Even their basic bronze card required a minimum deposit of one million. The higher the level, the greater the wealth. Owning a Narco card wasn’t just about banking—it was about status.

Joyce smirked, waving her card in his face. “James helped us secure these. A real man knows how to take care of a family.”

Thelma hummed in agreement. “Unlike you. You couldn’t even provide Natalia with the luxury she deserved. No cars, no jewels, not even a decent home.”

Joyce clicked her tongue. “And now, you’re crawling in here like you belong. God, it’s embarrassing.”

Nathan swallowed his pride, standing his ground.

“Believe whatever you want,” he said coolly. “I’m not here for you.”

Joyce rolled her eyes. “Then do us a favor and get lost.”

Thelma crossed her arms, looking down at him. “Yes, before someone sees you and assumes the bank lets just anyone in.”

They laughed cruelly, their voices ringing in his ears.

Nathan had no intention of wasting time on a meaningless quarrel. Their words, sharp as daggers, barely grazed him. He exhaled slowly, suppressing the urge to retaliate, and stepped forward, intent on entering the bank.

But then, Thelma’s eyes widened as she caught sight of the sleek Supreme Gold card glinting in his hand. Her lips parted in sheer disbelief, and Joyce, standing beside her, let out a gasp.

“Oh my—look, Joyce!” Thelma shrieked, pointing at the card like it was an abomination. “He’s holding a counterfeit of the Supreme Gold card of Narco Bank!”

Joyce’s laughter died in her throat as her gaze fixed on the card. Her brows furrowed as she leaned in.

“Wait, Mother…” she said hesitantly. “That doesn’t look fake.”

Thelma scoffed, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “What?”

Joyce didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped closer, eyes scrutinizing the card, before she suddenly pointed at the intricate stamp on it—the official Narco Bank insignia.

“The stamp’s right there,” she murmured. “It’s real.”

Thelma’s face twisted in horror. Her hand flew to her mouth as though she had witnessed something blasphemous.

“You son of a gun,” she seethed. “I know exactly what happened—you picked it up from some careless fool and decided to parade it around like it’s yours.Or worse, you stole it!”

Joyce quickly jumped in, her voice laced with venom. 

“That’s right! Do you even understand what this card is? This is the highest level of card at Narco Bank! The people who own this are among the most powerful in the world! You—” she let out a sharp, mocking laugh—“could never have it.”

Nathan opened his mouth, his patience wearing thin. “No, I didn’t do—”

“Guards!” Thelma’s voice sliced through his protest like a whip.

A tall, burly security guard in a crisp navy uniform marched toward them.

“Ma’am?” he asked, stiffening into attention.

Thelma pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Nathan. “This nasty man is a thief! He stole a Supreme Gold card, and I demand that you take him away immediately!”

Joyce folded her arms, nodding in agreement. “He’s a chronic thief. Desperate, pathetic, and now resorting to fraud.”

The security guard turned to Nathan, his expression darkening with disgust. “Stealing from Narco Bank? You must be out of your damn mind,” he sneered. “How shameless can you get?”

Nathan’s jaw clenched. “I haven’t committed any crime. I came here to check my balance, that’s all.”

The security guard barked out a cruel laugh. “Your balance? What, five dollars?” He turned to Thelma and Joyce, grinning. “Ladies, don’t worry. I’ll make sure this lowlife doesn’t get away with this.”

Nathan barely had time to react before the guard grabbed his wrist.

“Let go of me.” His voice was steady, but his eyes burned with quiet fury.

“Oh, you’ll let go once we drag you out.” The security guard turned, gesturing toward the entrance. “Boys! Get over here!”

Several other security personnel rushed forward, ready to seize him.

Just as they reached out, a sharp voice cut through the chaos.

“Stop.”

The entire lobby stilled. Heads turned toward the entrance as a woman strode forward with effortless grace.

She was mesmerizing.

Thick, dark curls framed a flawless face, her high cheekbones and full lips accentuated by the soft glow of the bank’s chandelier lights. But it was her eyes—piercing and intelligent—that held power. She exuded a quiet dominance, her tailored black dress hugging her curvy figure with elegance. A diamond bracelet sparkled on her wrist as she walked, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor.

The security guard’s arrogance crumbled in an instant. His throat bobbed as he stiffened.

“H-Hello, ma’am,” he stammered.

Nathan, for the first time since entering the bank, found himself slightly dazed.

Taylor—the Head Manager of Narco Bank—didn’t even glance at the trembling security guard. Her gaze was locked onto Nathan. More precisely, onto the Supreme Gold card in his hand.

Her lips parted slightly.

There were only nine of these cards in existence.

And Nathan was holding one.

“Ms. Taylor,” the security guard began nervously. “This man is a—”

Before he could finish, Taylor’s palm cracked across his face.

The force sent his head tilting to the side.

Gasps echoed through the lobby.

Nathan blinked.

Taylor’s voice was icy.

“You dare disrespect a Supreme Gold cardholder? Are you crazy?!”

Thelma and Joyce gawked, their confidence flickering.

Even Nathan, despite everything, found himself speechless.