Luke's POV
The parking lot was quieter than usual.
Too quiet.
I parked the car.
Turned off the engine.
Sat there for a second.
6:57 PM.
I stepped out.
Locked the door.
Started walking toward the apartment entrance.
Footsteps.
Not mine.
Behind me.
I stopped.
Turned.
Four men.
Two holding knives.
Two holding bats.
And one holding a pistol.
I looked at the pistol.
Then at them.
"What now?"
"Your time is up," one of them said.
I sighed lightly.
"I know. And I created a fight between Keifer and Jay. Didn't you see?"
One of them nodded. "Yes. But ma'am said that's not how she wants it."
I tilted my head. "Then she should find someone else."
I started walking past them.
A hand grabbed my arm.
I turned slowly.
"What do you want now?"
"Your hand."
I blinked.
"Oh come on, guys. Why don't you come tomorrow? I'm tired."
They laughed.
That was their mistake.
The first bat swung.
I stepped back.
Dodged.
Smiled faintly.
"Bad aim."
A knife came from the side.
I twisted away.
Still smiling.
"Too slow."
For a moment, it almost felt like a game.
Four against one.
Concrete floor.
Echoing steps.
Another swing.
This one caught my shoulder slightly.
Fabric tore.
My shirt ripped.
A shallow cut burned along my arm.
The smile faded.
"…Now that was unnecessary."
The bat came again.
I grabbed it mid-swing.
Pulled hard.
The man stumbled forward.
I drove the bat into his face.
He dropped.
The one with the pistol stepped back.
Wrong move.
I knocked his wrist hard.
The gun fell and slid across the concrete.
Things stopped being funny.
A bat struck the back of my head.
White light flashed.
The world tilted.
I fell to one knee.
Dizzy.
The ground felt unstable.
Footsteps rushing.
Voices shouting.
I blinked.
Saw the gun on the floor.
Reached.
Picked it up.
Silence.
Everything slowed.
Three men frozen.
Breathing heavy.
I didn't smile anymore.
The first shot echoed sharply.
Then another.
And another.
The parking lot swallowed the sound.
Bodies fell.
The last one, the man I hit earlier, tried to stand.
I didn't hesitate.
Silence returned.
Only my breathing.
My head throbbed.
I lowered the gun.
Sat down on the concrete for a moment.
Blood slowly stained my torn sleeve.
Footsteps didn't move anymore.
Then—
A phone rang.
One of theirs.
I picked it up.
Caller: Sienna.
I answered.
Changed my voice.
"Yes, ma'am."
Pause.
"He has created a fight between JayJay and Keifer."
Another pause.
"Yes, ma'am. We've broken his arm."
Silence.
"Good," she said calmly. "You will all receive your payment."
"Yes, ma'am."
Call ended.
I stared at the phone.
Then threw it across the parking lot.
It shattered against the wall.
I stood up slowly.
My arm burned.
My head pounded.
I walked toward the building entrance.
Each step heavier than the last.
Under my breath, I murmured quietly,
"Non culpa mea est… quod malum facere non potestis."
I entered the elevator.
Doors closing.
Face calm again.
Like nothing happened.
End of Chapter 118 🔥