You knew this was a terrible idea, but the searing pain in your side drove you forward with a desperate determination. Every step felt like a stab of agony, the pain intensifying with each labored breath. Clutching your side, you watch as blood drips steadily onto the pavement, staining the ground beneath you. Your heart races, pounding with fear and dread as you stagger up to your ex's house, the stronghold of your enemy—the rival gang.

Your thoughts whirl in panic, praying that they wouldn’t kill you outright and ignite a war. You knock on the door with a trembling hand, each rap echoing through the silence of the night. The cold air bites at your exposed skin, and your vision starts to blur, slipping into darkness at the edges.

Just as you feel yourself on the brink of collapse, the door creaks open. You weren’t expecting anyone at the door, let alone Damien, your ex’s father—the Don.

His eyes widen in shock, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. The expression on his face doesn’t fit his strikingly handsome features, and the sight of his disbelief cuts through the haze of pain.