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.

his head a sickening mess of blood. A pool of crimson

lighting was dim, shrouding

the nightclub's flashy signage flickered to

to forensics for a thorough analysis. The results are in, and they're conclusive-the video is entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering." Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, 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

laughter. The metallic clang of

I won't fight it. Content felongs to englishS "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

still recovering from his injuries, made his way to Schmidt Group headquarters. Swallowing a handful of pills he forced himself onward. Hospitalization wasn't an option, so medication was his only