Chapter 47: The Price of Theft: Lessons in Pain      

Fifi nodded slowly, her own mischievous smile widening. "Good. Jackson thinks he could get away with it, but he's about to learn that messing with me was the worst mistake he could've made."

Cain raised an eyebrow. "Why you? He didn't steal from you. He stole from me."

Fifi crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with exasperation. "The comb belongs to me, remember?"

Cain's lips twitched as if he wanted to argue, but he caught himself, letting the silence hang between them. There was no point in pushing back — especially not with Fifi. 

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Later that night, Jackson was walking back to his apartment, the city streets mostly empty, save for the occasional flickering streetlight casting long, eerie shadows.

The cool night air nipped at his skin as he hurried along the sidewalk, his footsteps echoing softly in the stillness.