Chapter 250: The Bloodline Jacket
The jacket Max was wearing fit perfectly, snug across his shoulders as if it belonged to him all along. Of course, it wasn’t just any jacket, it was tailor-made, just like the others in the group.
Back when he first entered the Black Hounds’ territory, Max hadn’t worn it. He thought it wasn’t the right time, that it might raise questions he wasn’t ready to answer. But now, knowing what was coming, knowing the trouble that might follow, he had told Wolf and the others to bring the uniforms.
The surprising part? He hadn’t asked anyone to bring his own jacket. So when they handed it to him, it felt like more than just clothing. It felt like a symbol.
As Max slipped it on, something inside him shifted. The weight of the jacket pressed on his shoulders, heavy, not because of the fabric, but because of the responsibility. This wasn’t just about saving himself anymore. It was about everyone who came here for him. It was about the Billion Bloodline group.
Someone else had noticed the jacket too. Chad stood frozen, his gaze locked on the blazing logo stitched across Max’s back. That emblem burned into his mind like a brand.
That jacket... It’s the same one those guys wore, the ones who stormed in and tore through the Black Hounds, Chad thought, his chest tightening. And one of them handed it to Max himself. Does that mean Max... joined a gang?
His mind spun with questions. Are they here because of him?
It didn’t make sense. Even if Max was a member, why would an entire group risk so much just for him? When had he joined? And why did they treat him like someone important? Max was just a high school student. Ordinary. At least, he had always thought so.
Is this why he can fight? Did these people teach him?
A darker thought crept into Chad’s mind. Maybe it was because of him. Maybe Max had no other choice. Stripped of his money, cornered and bullied every single day, maybe Max turned to them. Maybe this was who he had become because of everything that happened.