Chapter 3: An Highway Encounter
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A Catholic Church
The church was empty inside and out. It wasn’t Sunday, and no program was holding. Night had settled in—8 p.m., quiet and dark.
Only one figure knelt before the altar, palms joined, eyes closed.
It was Kian Alpha.
The church was like a second home to him. When he finished, he whispered the Ave Maria. “Amen,” he murmured, added a few quiet words, then opened his eyes.
For about five minutes he stared at the cross above the altar, his face blank and unreadable. Then he stood and walked out.
Outside, he climbed his bike and rode into the night. He had barely gone a short distance when his phone started ringing. He pulled over and answered.
It was Sophia.
Kian sighed and swiped green. “Hey,” he said softly.
“Had dinner yet?” Sophia asked
“No. I’m just heading home.”
“Come over. I made food. Let’s eat together. I promise I won’t delay you,” she rushed out.
Kian chuckled, picturing the cute pout on her face. “Alright. I’ll be there,” he murmured.
“Thank you! I’ll set the table right away!” she squealed and ended the call.
Kian slid his phone back into his pocket, turned the bike in the opposite direction, and sped off.
An Highway
A car tore through the dark, lonely road, another chasing close behind. Tires screeched, engines roared.
“That bastard better escape fully, ‘cause I’ll kill him if I catch up,” Adeline said flatly. Her hands gripped the wheel, steady and ruthless. She was the driver of the crew, always leading every mission with insane skill.
“Mother said to bring him, not kill him,” Bianca cautioned from the back.
“That’s Mother. Not me,” Adeline scoffed.
She slammed her foot harder on the accelerator, then yanked the wheel rough and sharp—metal collided, her car slamming the one in front. Both vehicles screeched to a dead stop.
Adeline was the first out. She jumped down, gun already drawn, aiming at the man inside the car. He looked to be in his late forties, body trembling as he opened the door slowly.
“Hurry the hell up before I bust your damn brain. I don’t have time!” Cathrine barked, raising her own gun.
“Mother said don’t touch him!” Bianca snapped.
Katrine quietly pocketed her gun, but Adeline didn’t give a damn. She yanked the man out by his hair and smashed her fist into his face. Two teeth hit the ground instantly.
“Adeline!” Bianca shouted.
“You think I drove all the way here for nothing? I’m not you, Bianca! Always following every motherfucking order!” Adeline yelled back.
Bianca’s glare cut sharp through the night. “Drive his car and follow us.”
Without waiting for a reply, she shoved the man into their car , got behind the wheel herself with Catherine behind her, and sped off—leaving Adeline with blood on her knuckles and fire in her eyes.
Adeline scoffed and ran her fingers through her hair, she was still standing in the middle of the road and is yet to move when she saw the flashlight of a bike coming. She stayed still and didn't bother moving until the bike was few meters opposite her.
Adeline brought out her cigarette and lighter, inwardly she was happy she has seen someone to vent out her anger on . The car is crossed so the biker won't be able to pass
Why aren’t you coming down? Come out and throw some fits so I can kill you,” Adeline muttered under her breath, the cigarette dangling between her fingers.
She sat there smoking, expecting the rider to snap or shout—but nothing came. Minutes dragged by before the man (Kian Alpha) finally swung off his bike and walked toward her.
Adeline scoffed and deliberately ignored him.
“Can you move a little bit?” he asked calmly, his helmet still on.
Another scoff. Silence.
Kian sighed, glancing at his watch. He was running late and Sophia was waiting.
“Aren’t you supposed to remove your helmet before talking to me?” Adeline said sharply.
He slipped it off, pulling his hoodie up over his head. Without warning, Adeline stepped forward and yanked the hoodie back, exposing his face.
“You must think you’re too hot to handle, that’s why you cover up,” she sneered. Then she scoffed again.
“Can you please move your car?” he asked, this time with a touch of frustration.
“And if I don’t?”
He pulled out his phone. “I’ll call the cops.”
Adeline narrowed her eyes at him, then suddenly broke into hysterical laughter. “Cops? On me?
What do you expect me to do then?
Fight Me. Seriously, are you daft?” She groaned, dragging hard on her cigarette.
Her gaze caught on the rosary hanging from his neck. “Wait—you even wear a rosary? You actually go to church?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong with that?” he asked flatly.
“Boring wrong person,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.
Frustrated, Adeline stormed back into her car, slammed the door, and sped off.
Kian shook his head, shining his helmet with a thumb before slipping it back on. He kicked his bike and sped through the night.
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