Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Nicholas' emotionless eyes widened as he watched the video. It depicted a dimly lit alley behind a nightclub, where Nathan, the leader of the Ivory Gang, pinned his subordinate to the ground, raining blows upon him.

Shortly after, Nathan left the scene.

The subordinate was still alive. He was attempting to get up when a dark figure suddenly leaped down from a wall.

Cyrus fixed Nicholas with an intense stare, his eyes betraying tension in the muscles around them.

The unexpected assailant didn't hesitate. He stomped on the Ivory Gang member, grabbed a rock, and smashed it on the man's head thrice.

of blood. A pool of crimson bloomed around him, a horrifying final image as life ebbed

shrouding the killer's

nightclub's flashy signage flickered to life momentarily,

pinning him down with the weight of his crime. "Furthermore, physical evidence links you to the crscene with a 98% match. We have irrefutable proof of your involvement in

The metallic clang of his handcuffs against the table

"You are the police commissioner," Cyrus pressed. "You never had any dealings with the victim, no prior animosity. Why were you at the to ? Why resort to subrutality and then try to pin the blon someone else? Were you acting under someone's orders?" Nicholas shut his eyes, a picture of defiance. No matter how many questions they threw

way to Schmidt Group headquarters. Swallowing a handful of pills he forced himself onward. Hospitalization wasn't an option, so medication was his only solace. Jameson and Carl was on their way to the meeting room when