The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the dark alley.Jacob froze, wide-eyed, his mind barely processing what had just happened, but Lloyd was already moving.With a lightning-fast reaction, Lloyd grabbed Jacob by the collar, yanking him back just in time.The bullet whizzed past, breaking into the brick wall behind them.Jacob stumbled, clutching at Lloyd for balance, his breath coming in panicked gasps.“Stay down!” Lloyd barked, his tone sharp and commandingLogan, standing at the far end of the alley, cursed under his breath as his first shot missed.He really thought that he would have gotten Jacob with that shot, so he didn’t wait to try again. Spinning on his heel, he bolted into the shadows, his footsteps pounding against the cracked pavement. But as he ran, he fired two more shots blindly behind him.Lloyd was already one step ahead, dragging Jacob down to the ground, allowing him to evade the stray bullets, his sharp gaze scanning the ground. His eyes landed on a
The streets of Hilburg were eerily quiet under the pale glow of streetlights, save for the hum of a distant car engine and the faint buzz of fluorescent signs. Lloyd leaned against the brick wall of a building across the street from the Hilburg Police Department, his arms crossed as he watched the building intently. Ivan stood beside him, chewing absently on a toothpick, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. “This makes seven” Ivan muttered. “Seven nights of the same patterns, same rotations, same blind spots, either Mason gave us the real deal, or we’re walking straight into a trap” “It’s real,” Lloyd replied quietly, his voice carrying the cold certainty of a man who trusted his instincts. “Every detail Mason gave us checks out, if this were a setup, we'd have probably sniffed it out” Ivan flicked the toothpick to the ground and stepped forward, narrowing his gaze at a patrolman casually walking past one of the station’s side entrances. “Still, feels too clean... Can’t
Chapter 14Ivan has known his boss for a long time, but ever since returning to Hilburg, he had seen that his boss wasn't the wealthy, cool, stoic killing machine he knew.He had layers, and a scene like this was one of the few times these layers were peeled back.Officers lined the exits, their weapons drawn and faces grim.Standing at the forefront was a man Lloyd hadn’t seen in years, Morty Flanagan, his childhood friend, now a high-ranking officer.Lloyd’s heart sank as he studied Morty, who hadn’t yet recognized him thanks to the mask. But this wasn’t the boy he’d once played baseball with in Hilburg park. Morty was colder now, his eyes cruel and calculating... still, Lloyd couldn’t let the situation turn into a bloodbath.“Listen,” Lloyd said, his voice steady but firm “We don’t want trouble, et us walk out of here, and nobody has to get hurt”Morty chuckled, shaking his head, not believing what he just heard “Really?” He gestured to the officers flanking him, all with their
Chapter 15The smell of fresh pancakes and brewed coffee spread through the room, nudging Lloyd awake.His eyes open to see Lisa standing at the edge of his bed, a tray balanced delicately in her hands.The sight caught him slightly off guard... it was usually him in this position, as Lisa had always felt nervous coming into his room.“Good morning” Lisa said softly, placing the tray on the small table by his bed.She looked radiant despite the early hour, her smile warm but faintly nervous “I thought I’d surprise you”Lloyd sat up, adjusting the pillow behind his back “You didn’t have to do this” he replied, his tone carrying a mix of gratitude and confusion.Lisa shrugged, taking a seat on the chair beside him. “I wanted to... After last night, I thought we both deserved a calm start to thee day”He picked up the cup of coffee, taking a small sip “Thank you” he said sincerely. “And... about last night, Your parents...”“Don’t” Lisa interrupted, shaking her head “You don’t have to ex
The Francis family living room wasn’t as grand as most would expect for a family aspiring to mingle with Hilburg’s elite. The Francis family clung desperately to their aspirations of grandeur, despite their middle-class reality.The modest furnishings and faded wallpaper hinted at a past of financial strain, a contrast to the airs Harold, Eleanor, and John Francis often put on. Yet, despite their middle-class roots, the tension in the room was palpable, especially as Lloyd sat on the worn leather couch, surrounded by Lisa’s family.Despite the fact that no one had spoken so far, the Francis living room fell even more silent as the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed from the hallway. All eyes turned toward the doorway as John Francis entered the room, his imposing frame silhouetted against the dim light. Despite his advanced age, there was nothing frail about him. His sharp eyes swept over the assembled group with practiced authority, and the heavy wooden cane he carried
Eric West sat in the opulent study of his massive mansion, a glass of expensive whiskey resting in his hand. The room was a sanctuary of success, filled with dark oak shelves brimming with leather-bound books, a roaring fireplace casting a warm glow, and a sprawling desk that symbolized his empire over Western Steel... the largest steel company in Tekka.The whiskey burned pleasantly in his throat as he leaned back in his chair, savoring the rare moment of solitude. His world was built on control, precision, and calculated moves, few things rattled Eric West.And then his phone rang.The sharp sound shattered the peace and tranquility of the room. Eric frowned, setting down his glass and glancing at the sleek, high-tech device on his desk. Only a handful of people had this number.Deep down he wished he had turned off the damn device, but didn't since no one ever called him on it.He picked up the phone, and the screen displayed a single name.*The Dragon Duke*The blood drained fro
The morning sun cast long shadows across the streets of Hilburg as Lloyd and Lisa packed the last of their belongings into a single travel bag.The weight of the Francis family’s ultimatum loomed over them, but Lloyd’s calm demeanor gave Lisa a semblance of reassurance.“Are you sure about this?” Lisa asked, watching as Lloyd secured the bag to the back of the motorcycle. Her arms were crossed, and her brow dark with concern. “You know I hate bikes”Lloyd turned to her, his expression softening. “I actually didn't know that” he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.“But it’s the cheapest way to Montis... and I already got the bike, so trust me, you’ll be fine”Lisa hesitated, glancing warily at the sleek black motorcycle. The gleaming chrome and powerful engine didn’t inspire confidence in her, but the look in Lloyd’s eyes did.She sighed and nodded. “Alright, but if you do anything reckless...”“I won’t” Lloyd interrupted with a small smile. “Promise”Moments late
The room fell silent, the weight of his presence stifling.“I asked a question” Eric said, his tone sharp and impatient. “What is the meaning of this commotion?”"Who said you could start a fight in my office"Eric West’s piercing eyes swept over the office, his expression a volatile mix of anger and suspicion as the room remained silent.The CEO of Western Steel stood tall, his presence dominating the room as he surveyed the scene.The sight of his COO, Woodrow Taft, the disheveled guards, and the strangers standing in his office was enough to set his jaw tightly.“What.. I ask again” Eric said, his voice sharp and cold “is going on here?”Woodrow was quick to step forward, smoothing his suit as he gestured toward Lisa, Lloyd, and Grace. “These... individuals are trespassers, Eric” he said, his tone oozing disdain “They were just about to be removed.”Eric’s eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting to the strangers in question. Before he could speak, the door burst open, and more security