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.

A pool of crimson bloomed

was dim, shrouding the killer's face in

fate's intervention, the lighting on the nightclub's flashy signage flickered to life momentarily, revealing the killer's face-Nicholas, his features spattered with

began, his voice laced with unwavering certainty, "we sent it directly 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

chilling, manic laughter. The metallic clang of

me. Prosecute me, convict me. 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 defiance. No matter how many questions they

Group headquarters. Swallowing a handful of pills he forced himself onward. Hospitalization wasn't