Chapter 13 - 12: Connection Established: A Proposition in Blood
Third person POV
The hum of city lights flickered in the distance as Franz and Orion pulled up to a small convenience store, their motorcycles rumbling to a stop. The ride had been exhilarating—casual racing, laughter, and a rare sense of normalcy that Franz hadn’t felt in a long time. Orion was grinning, stretching his arms as he took off his helmet.
"Man, that was fun," Orion chuckled, running a hand through his windswept hair. "You’re crazy on those turns, though. Almost thought you’d fuck up"
Franz merely exhaled, pulling off his helmet with a small smirk. "Almost."
They walked inside, grabbing snacks and drinks, the night air still buzzing with the adrenaline of their ride. But as they exited, the atmosphere shifted. A deep, instinctual tension settled in Franz’s gut.
Footsteps of four people. Shadows converging.
The moment Orion stepped forward, two men pressed guns against their backs.
"Not a sound. Walk."
The carefree night shattered instantly. Orion’s body stiffened beside him, his breath hitching. Franz, however, remained calm .
They were led into a dark alleyway, deeper and deeper until the streetlights no longer reached them. The men surrounding them were rough, scarred, eyes filled with murderous intent. This wasn’t a simple mugging.
One of them stepped forward, his sneer curling under a jagged scar. "Orion Kane, right? Thought you could run? Should’ve known we’d find you. Your family pissed off the wrong people."