ODD GUYS WITH REVENGE

was still there, following his every move. At first, he hadn't thought much of it-black SUVs were a dime a dozen in the city,

being f

ranger to danger. He had been warned countless times by his father and their security team about the risks his name and fo

switched lanes and turned onto a quieter street, one that led away from the

y retraced his steps for the day. Had he unknowingly offended someone? Wa

is heartbeat quickened. The SUV mimicked his every move. He glanced at the two men in t

ugh his veins. This is

s father head of security, Malcolm. The lin

ame the calm, pr

clipped. "Black SUV. Two men inside. I've been

you now?" M

ocation, keeping an eye o

"We're tracking your car's GPS. Head tow

amed that he was in immediate danger. He took another sharp turn, this time onto a quieter street lined with warehouses and ab

d on the wheel as his pulse thundered in his ears. He could see

its engine growling like a predator closing in on its prey. The quiet streets became a blur as

ohnson could hear the faint sound of shouting from inside the vehicle, though he couldn't make out the words. He

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locks away-a sprawling area filled with half-finished buildings and equipmen

s heart pounded as he neared the construction zone. He knew the layout from previous visits, a remnant of his

ite, narrowly missing a pile of steel beams. The SUV followed, its bulk making it harder to maneuver through the tigh

me to reverse. He slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car, his leg

art pounded as he climbed the stairs two at a time, his breath ragged. He could hea

a plan-and fast. He scanned the area, spotting a wooden plank leading to another

ht. Below him, the men appeared on the floor he'd just left, their sharp eyes scanning fo

of the men stepped onto the plank behind him. Without thinking, Johnson grabbed a nearby pipe and swung i

g closer. Johnson bolted, weaving through the maze of scaffolding and unfinished

rinted, his body running on pure adrenaline. He could hear the men behind him, their voices growing

, waving his arms.

men in suits slowed their pursuit, their faces impassive as they melted bac

he panted. "They

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Johnson's security team. Malcolm stepped out o

asked, gripping J

voice trembled. "But who were

't know yet, but we'll find out. For n

feeling of unease. The men in suits weren't ordinary criminals-the

mind racing. Someone was after him, and they wouldn't stop until they got w

lear: the game had changed. And Johnson wou