Jay's POV
Freya dragged me toward the washroom like we were escaping a crime scene, still laughing about how Rory had bowed to her earlier like she was some royalty.
"I swear," she said, fixing her hair in the mirror, "Section E is going to be the reason my reputation dies."
I snorted. "You are the reputation."
We stepped out of the washroom corridor, still mid-laughter—
and then the sound changed.
Not laughter.
A sharp voice. A woman's voice. Strained. Afraid.
Freya slowed. I slowed.
Ahead, near the service passage, ten men had cornered a woman. One blocking her way, one gripping her wrist, one leaning against the wall like this was free entertainment.
For a second, neither of us spoke.
My brain did what it always does—measure risk, count exits, calculate consequences.
Freya's eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a straight line.
She whispered, "Jay… that's not okay."
"No," I said quietly. "It really isn't."
The woman tried to pull free. One man laughed and tightened his grip.
That was enough.
We walked forward.
Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just… certain.
"Leave her," Freya said, chin lifted, voice sharp enough to cut glass.
All ten men turned.
The tallest one looked us over, then grinned. "Wow. Bonus round."
Another whistled. "Pretty brave for two girls."
I smiled. That calm, dangerous smile that usually means I'm done being polite.
"Last warning," I said softly. "Walk away."
He stepped closer instead.
"Or what?"
My fist answered before my mouth could.
The crack of bone against bone echoed. He stumbled back, cursing.
Freya actually screamed—not fear, not panic—pure dramatic rage—and kicked the second guy straight in the shin.
"DON'T TOUCH WOMEN YOU IDIOT!"
Chaos exploded.
Someone grabbed my arm. I twisted, elbowed. Another tried to shove Freya—big mistake. She slapped him so hard even I felt offended.
"This is for ruining my DATE,"
she yelled, hitting him with her bag. "And THIS is for your FACE."
I was half-fighting, half-laughing because Freya fought like a girl who had never been trained but had years of suppressed attitude.
Then—
"YO THAT'S JAY!"
Rory's voice.
Section E came crashing in like a badly planned action movie.
David punched someone and immediately yawned.
Kit was shouting instructions nobody asked for.
Josh tripped over a trash bin and still somehow tackled a guy.
Yuri moved like he'd done this before—quiet, precise.
Drew planted himself in front of the woman like a human shield.
I caught a glimpse of someone sitting calmly on a bench.
Elara.
She was eating chips.
Watching.
I almost missed a punch because of that.
Keifer's POV
Something felt wrong.
I came back to check—and instantly saw it. Section E fighting. People yelling. Security nowhere to be found, as usual.
And then… her.
Elara.
Sitting. Legs crossed. Chips in hand. Calm like she was watching a street show.
I walked up fast. "What's happening?"
She didn't even look at me. "Fight. Can't you see."
She feels like a elder sister. Fighting with Angelo feels much easier than doing argument with her.
"…Why are you sitting?"
She finally turned, eyebrow raised. "Because your girlfriend alone is enough for all of them." She nodded toward Jay, who was currently kneeing someone in the stomach. "And don't you think I'd just be wasting energy?"
I stared at her. Then back at Jay.
"She fights like you taught her," Elara added dryly.
That hit somewhere deep.
"Fine," I muttered and stepped in.
I joined the fight.
And yeah—Jay shocked me. Not graceful. Not flashy. Just effective. Like she'd decided the world didn't get to hurt people in front of her.
Then—
"Mom!"
Edrix's voice cut through everything.
He was kneeling beside the woman now, hands shaking.
The air changed.
One of the men—who we thought was out—stood up.
Gun.
Everything froze.
"Give her back," he said. "Or someone dies."
Someone cursed. Someone begged. Someone said, "Bro chill."
The man loaded the gun.
Click.
My pulse roared.
Then—
"Drop it."
Elara's voice.
She was behind him.
Firstly the man got scared thinking that someone pointed a gun on him, but when he turned__
He laughed. "What? Gonna poke me with that paper rod?"
She tilted her head. "Paper?"
She slid the cover off.
Iron.
Before anyone blinked—she moved.
One strike. Clean. Brutal. Another. Efficient.
The gun clattered.
All the men went down.
Silence.
Section E just stared.
Elara picked up her chips again.
"See?" she said calmly. "Wrong place to waste energy."
I exhaled slowly.
Jay looked at me like did that just happen.
And somehow—despite everything—
I laughed.
Because with these people… chaos was normal.
And safety?
It came in very unexpected forms.
Author's Note:
Yeah this chapter is somewhat short!