As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets of Albany, Nikita Schuyler sat in her lavish bedroom, her mind swirling with thoughts of revenge. She had spent the past few days stewing in anger and resentment, unable to shake the humiliating encounter with Amanda and Alpha at the theater.
But now, as she sat alone in the darkness, a twisted smile crept across Nikita's lips as a devious plan began to take shape in her mind. She had learned from a reliable source that Amanda and her family were living in a small chicken restaurant—a fact that Nikita was certain could be used to her advantage.
With a flick of her wrist, Nikita reached for her phone, her fingers flying across the screen as she typed out a series of messages to her loyal circle of friends. She ou
