CHAPTER 3: ALLEY.
958 Words
Dylan York POV
“No, please, I swear—I didn’t know, sir. The blueprints... They were handed over to me for analysis. I didn’t know they belonged to you.”
I leaned in, my voice a low growl. “Who handed them over to you?”
He trembled, fear evident in his eyes, as he stammered. “I—I don’t know their name, I promise. Just a man from the UAE. He gave me the designs and said I should present them online. That’s it.
Someone had to be leaking the company prints cause why the hell did the UAE have the same design we were supposed to introduce next month? Someone inside had to be sharing our plans and I was going to find out who. Jack, my secretary, had warned me about the mass, but I didn't think they could do mu.ch. I was wrong ong and mandated being wrong.
“Who handed them over to you?” I ask, pulling out a gun from my pocket and then raising it to his head. I wasn't going to kill him, I just needed to scare him enough till he spilled everything.
His eyes widened with fear at the sight of the weapon. Good.
“Please I'm telling the truth ”
He seemed to be saying the truth from the way he cowered in fear. The mass would do anything to get the hottest headlines and that was exactly what he did.
“Who is this man?” I pressed, the barrel of my gun still aimed at his forehead.
He swallowed hard, his eyes widened as the weapon against his skin. “I-I don’t know his name. He just met me in Third Street Alley by 12th Avenue.”
Third Street Alley. The same place that had become a haven for criminals after its abandonment a year ago. The mastermind of it all had only been out of prison for a year, and I had no doubt he was involved. But how had he gotten his hands on our blueprints?
“Let's go,” I say to Jack as we make our way out of the street and into the car waiting in front.
I didn't need to say it, they knew exactly where we were headed. It's about time we end that freak show; he's been loose for far too long, and the business world needs to be less at risk.
“The street has been abandoned for months now. You sure about this ?” Jack asks and only gets a glare from me as a response.
I didn’t answer. My gaze stayed fixed on the alley in the distance. This wasn’t just about business anymore. The man in question had a history of violence—exploiting women, gambling, and worse, and this time, he’d crossed a line. He'd messed with the wrong person.
Jack shot me a glance but didn’t say a word. He knew better than to question me when I was focused. He took his position behind the wheel as I entered the passenger seat, and we sped off into the night.
The car pulls up in front of the Alley, and as usual, there is no one in sight. The area had been barricaded for a year now with no single pure soul but no one said anything about the impure.
A single street light flickered overhead casting long shadows on the pavement of the street.
Jack hesitated beside me, eyes scanning the darkness. His hand rested on his gun, but he didn’t draw it yet.
My eyes were fixed on the alley, the dark path lined with broken buildings, their windows shattered, doors hanging off their hinges like the remains of a forgotten world. Trash littered the ground, pieces of the past scattered as though no one cared to remember.
"Stay alert," I muttered, pushing forward.
A sound shattered the stillness—a sharp, metallic clatter that echoed down the alley. I gestured for Jack to stay back, my instincts kicking in as I moved toward the noise.
A figure came into view. A man crouched down over someone on the ground, his face hidden in the shadows, a knife gleaming in his hand. The woman beneath him was ragged, her clothes torn, her body limp. Her eyes were shut tightly, bracing for impact.
As I moved closer, the figures finally came to light, revealing a young woman with the other's face still shielded by the darkest of the alley. He raises the knife to stab the girl, and in an instant, my senses jolt. I move fast m, making my way in their direction. The girl's eyes are already closed, waiting for an impact, but I catch his arm just in time, sending it back. His face freezes in shock, clearly not expecting anyone to show up.
My heart surged as I moved faster, closing the distance. I can’t afford to waste any time. The man raises his knife, I reach him in an instant, my hand grabbing hold of his wrist and wrenching it back. He froze, shocked, his eyes wide as he turned to face me, disbelief written all over his face.
Without wasting time, I push him over to the wall sending one punch after the other until he drops dead to the ground.
The woman on the ground slowly opened her eyes meeting the now dead body before her eyes finally crashed into mine, her widened. I could see the fear in her eyes as she stood up in an attempt to run but stumbled back to the ground.
With teary eyes, she slowly crawled backward before hitting her back on the wall.
“Are you going to kill me ?“
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