Zayne’s POV
The sound that split the night was not a scream. It was worse.
It was the wet, hollow sound of steel sinking into flesh.
For half a second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing.
Jake’s arm flashed forward, fast and cruel, and then Alan staggered back, his mouth open, his eyes wide with shock.
The knife was buried in his abdomen, red already blooming through his shirt like a spreading stain.
“Alan!” I shouted. Jake yanked the blade out with a twist that made my stomach turn. Alan collapsed to his knees, clutching himself, blood slipping through his fingers and dripping onto the concrete.
Jake leaned close to him, his voice low, sharp, and cold. “I warned you,” he hissed. “Stay away from our affairs. This is what happens when you don’t listen.”
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