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.

mess of blood. A pool of crimson

dim, shrouding the killer's

the nightclub's flashy signage flickered to

his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him down with the weight of his crime. "Furthermore, physical evidence links you

moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling, manic laughter. The metallic clang of his handcuffs against the table echoed

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

Jameson, 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 solace. Jameson