In the stillness of the night, a man dashed through the shadows, every step calculated to flee from his ruthless pursuers.
"Hurry! He's gotta be close. Find him," one grunted urgently.
He gasped for air, each breath strained and desperate as he pushed himself through the narrow alleyways, the echo of his footsteps followed by darkness.
"We gotta catch him fast. Boss won't let us off easy," another shouted with urgency matching the chase.
Hiding behind a dumpster, a bead of sweat traced down his temple, proof of his determination to hide himself in the hollows of night.
Each step filled by mixture of fear and resentment because of her. He cursed her choices that had dragged him down into this desperate flight.
His mind raced raced faster than his feet, replaying moments, blinded by betrayal and frustration he felt right now, because of who and how he was here now.
His thoughts were consumed by bitter curses aimed squarely at Isabella.
When a man reaches his lowest point due to betrayal, he experiences profound emotional turmoil, feeling a deep sense of betrayal and loss of self worth.
If it were to come from his own blood then it would be devastating for him, stirring up feelings of disbelief and sense of profound loss.
However, Ryan felt driven by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. He was determined to make Bella suffer twice as deeply as he had suffered.
The once cherished bond was now fractured beyond repair. Ryan was determined to make her suffer, no matter the cost or damage.
At this moment , to him, Bella was a bitch who left him alone to suffer. Not only his but also the men from The Valenti Empire were after him. The plan was simple, if he went down, he'd ensure Isabella went down with him.
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Day before,
At the hut after Bella and Erek fled.
In a calm voice, hoping she'll come back, to him, her brother. He begged, " Bella, dear, you know I'll---,"but stopped as the hut's bulb lit up, indicating the rain had halted.
As the light returned, he blinked, adjusting to the not so bright light. At first confusion clouded his mind as he scanned the empty space. Anger crept beneath his skin as he realized they has fled.
His eyes scurrying around the room, growing more dark with each passing second. The thought of Bella betraying him completely blinded him with rage full of vengeance.
He took a step forward, scanning every nook and corner, throwing the empty boxes on the ground, screaming like a mad man, hoping to find a clue.
He knew, now that they both were gone it wasn't smart of him to roam around in open, he had to run away and hide as quickly as possible. Why? Simply because once you are in to play a game with the dark there's no way out...alive.
With his head hung low, Ryan slowly made his way out. However, when passing by the door, he found an empty syringe on the threshold.
He kicked the door aggressively while screaming, " Argh! Erek, you fucking Bastard!"
Even though Ryan knew how badly I love with Erek Isabella was, but he was sure of one thing, she would never deceive him....atleast willingly.
Erek most definitely drugged her otherwise she doesn't have the courage to go against him.
Ryan quickly made his way back to the home he once shared with his sister. Bursting through the door, he wasted no time gathering all the money and belongings he could find.
After putting on his uniform, he loaded everything into the car. As he was still a cop, he drove to the station to collect his belongings and hand in their resignation letter, ending it once and for all. This way, when he went to run away and hide, no one would com looking for him. Bella had already fled
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The Police Station
The police station stood as a sturdy brick building with a prominent "Police Station" sign .
Inside, the atmosphere was busy and bustling. Bulletin boards filled with wanted posters and announcements.
Officers and detectives moving around, some talking on phone while others typing on their PC's keyboards. A big white board on the wall had details about ongoing cases and suspects.
[Author's pov: imagine the station is busy]
Ryan took a box out of his car and locked it, making his way inside the station. "You are late!", beckoned one of the officers from behind him, as he was about to enter his cabin.
It was Richard, Ryan's best friend at work. Despite being friends for so long Richard new nothing about Bella and Ryan's life. It was because Ryan truly cared for him as his brother so he kept everything hidden, moreover, their 'slice of life' was not that ordinary to be shared.
Ryan ignored him and preceded towards his cabin. " And where is Bella? Yah! Yah! Hey! I'm talking to you red head!, Richie whined playfully following closely behind.
Bella and Ryan were siblings for practically their whole lives, 28 years and 30 years respectively. They looked nothing alike.
If we were to compare between them, we would notice the striking differences: she has honey brown , cat-like eyes while he has jade green, dragon-like eyes; he has a wavy auburn while she has shoulder length, soft, natural platinum blonde; she has distinctive features with a mole on her right ear while he has sharp features with a high nose bridge and a prominent Adam's apple.
Putting the box down on the table, Ryan started packing all his files and name plate, using this moment to ponder an answer to Richard.
He looked over his shoulder and said, " Um... she's in the hospital with a serious illness, so I'm going there to take care of her. I'll stay with her at the hospital and join the police station in locality. Don't worry I'll stay in touch."
Lowering his head, " How can you be so calm about it? Why didn't either of you tell me? Is that why you both took off last week?" Richard enquired in a quiet voice.
"It's not that I hid this from you on purpose, we too got to know about it a week ago. Hence, why we took an off. And regarding me being calm about this situation, I'm her brother, naturally I have to be strong for her, can't go around crying like a baby , now can I?, replied Ryan, nonchalantly.
"And yeah, you're not coming". He declared. Hearing this Richard looked at him in disbelief, how did Ryan know what he was thinking? He has some telepathic energy or what. Well it's simply because not only Ryan but the whole department knew about his huge crush on Bella. However, Ryan knew for his own good, Richard stay away from the brother sister duo.
"Lemme come with you . I'm sure I'll be of some help." Richard insisted. "No, I'll take care of everything over there. You just give our resignation letters to leuitant." Ryan assured, handing him their resignation letters.
'Ofcourse I will. Once I get my hands on her, I'll choke that bitch to death', Ryan cursed inside.
" Kay! Lemme know if you need something." Richard said . Ryan nodded and hugged him before bidding their goodbyes.
After Ryan left, Richard quickly took the letters and kept it on lieutenant's desk. Legends have it that the lieutenant uses his position as a mere cover, rarely being in the office.
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Outside the Police station
Ryan sat in his car and drive off. To where, you ask? Honestly even he didn't know. Leaving the town seemed like the best option.
Beep. Beep.
A young guy, barely out of his twenties, blared his Ducati's horn impatiently. Ryan rolled his eyes. Seriously, could this guy be any more impatient? He scoffed.
After a while, 2 MG Glosters and another bike started tailing him from a distance. Sensing their pursuit, Ryan sped up, to shake them off.
They sped up, for equal exchange, closing the gap with each twist and turn of the road.
Meanwhile, the two bikers managed to catch up to him. One of the lad threw eggs at his side of the window while the other threw a glass bottle. The bottle shattered in pieces, paint splashing over the windshield, that the bottle contained.
Ryan's eyes widened in horror. He was not a materialistic man but the only thing : keyword over here is thing , he loves the most in the whole universe is his black SUV, a Honda CR-V. Currently, his baby was drenched in some weird blueberry paint and eggs.
"Arghh! You freaking fracking sons of ugly dacklings. I washed my car just 2 days ago.", he screamed while swerving his car left and right aggressively throwing those bastards right off their Ducatis like he was ridding a Bugatti.
[ Author's pov: above are his words not mine. **Writer hand embarrassment**]
"Ha ! Two down, two more to go. Nailed it." Ryan cheered, glancing at the rear view mirror.
But his victory was short-lived. "Oh no, spoke too soon", he muttered. Now there were about ten MG Glosters and twice as many Ducatis closing on him.
The highway they were on, split into two paths: one straight leading ahead and another to a different city.
Ryan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, speeding up to make them think he would stay on the same route. But at the last moment, he made a sharp turn onto the bridge.
Halfway across, a truck suddenly appeared, heading straight for him. "Shit, shit, shit!", Ryan cursed.
The pursuers behind him hit their breaks, causing a massive pileup of cars and bikes. It was a chaos.
Ryan's heart raced as he unbuckled his seatbelt and slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The sounds of crashing metal and exploding engines filled the air.
Boom! Crash! Boooom!
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