Liam never had a home, just cold nights and quiet promises to survive one more

day. But the moment he saw the van slow beside the biker’s mother, something

felt wrong. The kind of wrong that doesn’t go away. A shadow stepped out. A deal had been

made. Someone close wanted her erased, and the street was already chosen as her grave.

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loyalty, and the power of choices. Liam never had a home, just cold nights

and quiet promises to survive one more day. The streets had taught him lessons

that no school ever could. how to disappear when trouble arrived, how to

make a meal out of scraps, and how to trust no one beyond the corners of a flickering street light. He wrapped his

threadbear jacket tighter around his shoulders as he leaned against a brick wall behind a shuttered diner, waiting

for the night to pass without notice. Most people walked past him as if he

were invisible, and that had been the safest way to live until tonight.

The night was heavier than usual, the kind where shadows linger longer, and the wind carried a hint of rain that

made the concrete slick and treacherous. Liam’s sharp eyes caught the flash of

headlights around the corner, a black van, slowing with deliberate care.

Inside, he saw a figure stepping out, the biker’s mother, Maria.

She was alone, carrying a small bag from the grocery store. her steps measured

and unaware of the danger that had already chosen this street as its hunting ground.

Something about the way the van eased forward, as if waiting for a cue, set Liam’s instincts on fire.

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Liam ducked closer into the shadows, his heartbeat rising with each passing second.

The van had stopped, perfectly blocking the crosswalk. Two men stepped out, casual at first,

almost like they belonged there. But Liam’s instincts screamed otherwise.

The taller one had a tattoo along his neck, a mark Liam recognized from whispered rumors among the few people he

trusted over the years. That tattoo meant trouble, and trouble

was about to get deadly. He scanned the street. Cars were parked a little too far, their

engines quietly running like predators lying in weight. Maria continued toward the curb,

unaware, her pace hesitant, but determined. Liam felt a rush of something he hadn’t

let himself feel in months. The need to act, not for money, not for recognition,

but because the instinct to protect was stronger than the fear that had kept him alive all these years.

The first shot rang out. It was sudden, precise, and terrifying.

Liam’s stomach dropped. Maria froze, instinctively ducking as

the sound bounced off the narrow alley walls. The men advanced and the second shot cut

through the air, slicing the knight in half. Liam didn’t think.

He ran. He pushed Maria behind a parked car, shielding her with his own body.

Pain tore through him almost immediately. The first bullet found its mark,

then the second. He stumbled, but stayed on his feet,

refusing to collapse, refusing to let this night claim her life. The world

narrowed to the two of them, the van, and the shadows moving with deadly intent.

Liam gritted his teeth as the third bullet tore through his shoulder.

His vision blurred, but his resolve didn’t waver. The men were professionals. This wasn’t

random violence. This was deliberate. Someone close had orchestrated it. He

realized it in that heartbeat. Someone who had access, knowledge, and a

personal vendetta. Maria’s life was on the line, and the betrayal behind it was personal.

He heard the van doors slam and the sound of boots hitting the wet pavement.

Liam’s instincts overrode everything else. He lunged, throwing his body between

them. The hit of the man’s shoulder knocked him sideways, and he tasted

blood in his mouth, but Maria was still alive. From across the street, the engine of a

sleek black motorcycle roared to life. Liam barely registered the sound over

the ringing in his ears. The biker’s son, Blae, was here. The

leader of the club, the man who commanded fear with just a glance, had arrived.

He skidded to a stop, eyes wide and calculating. In that instant, Liam understood one

undeniable truth. The danger wasn’t over, and it had only grown more complicated.

Blazise’s gaze fell on Liam, and for a split second the street went silent,

except for the rain and the shallow gasps of a boy who had just been shot four times.

He saw the blood, the tattered jacket, the determination in Liam’s eyes.

Blaz’s face didn’t show anger. Not yet. It showed disbelief.

You You saved her. Blaz’s voice was low, almost a growl, but edged with something

Liam couldn’t read. The van’s men had fled.

Liam had no time to answer. Pain clawed through him, threatening to

collapse him, but he held on to consciousness. Maria’s hand gripped his trembling.

The alley smelled of rain, metal, and gunpowder. Liam’s vision swam, and he felt the