The Black Fangs' hideout was unusually quiet that afternoon.Rayzen lounged on an old couch in the corner, idly tossing a small knife at a battered wooden table with effortless precision.A rusty radio played a classic rock song, filling the lazy air.
The calm shattered when the door burst open with a loud bang.BANG!
"Brooo!! It's bad! It's super bad!"Jax's panicked voice echoed through the room as he stumbled inside.
Rayzen barely lifted an eyebrow."If you're running from debt collectors again, I'm locking you out tonight," he said lazily.
Gasping for breath, Jax waved his hands wildly."No, bro! It's not about money! It's about Alea!"
The name — Alea — instantly caught Rayzen's full attention.The knife froze mid-spin, and he leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
"Speak clearly," Rayzen ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Jax swallowed hard, wiping sweat from his forehead despite the cool air.
"I heard it... from our informant down South... Varek and Selia are spreading rumors!" he blurted.
Rayzen's expression darkened. "What rumors?"
"They're saying..." Jax hesitated, squeezing his eyes shut as if to block out the words. "They're saying Alea's doing drugs... and Levan, her brother, is covering it up because he's a cop."
The room froze.The radio's music seemed distant and hollow compared to the heavy silence that fell over them.
The small knife slipped from Rayzen's fingers, clattering onto the floor.He stood up slowly, every movement stiff with barely restrained rage.
"Repeat that," he said, his voice quieter — and far more dangerous.
Jax gulped. "They're smearing Alea's name. And her brother's. They're trying to get Levan kicked off the force."
For a moment, Rayzen's hands trembled.Not out of fear. Out of pure fury.
Finn, Rayzen's right-hand man, had just walked in and immediately sensed the tension thickening the air. He hurried over, glancing at Jax like he was about to witness a car crash.
"Bro, chill. We can flip this," Finn said cautiously.
Rayzen stared blankly ahead, his breathing heavy.
"Alea... has suffered enough," he muttered to no one in particular.
He remembered every moment of Alea's quiet strength — her soft smiles despite all the pain she'd endured. And now, someone dared to trample her like this?
"No," Rayzen hissed. "No way."
Without another word, he grabbed his helmet from the table, his movements sharp and furious.
"Where are you going, Rayz?!" Jax cried, scrambling after him.
"To take out the trash," Rayzen snapped.
Jax stammered behind him. "Bro, seriously?! We don't even know if it's all true yet—"
Rayzen spun on his heel, his glare cutting like a blade.
"I don't need proof to crush cowards who fight dirty."
Jax immediately shut up, inching back toward Finn for safety.Finn let out a long sigh and shrugged helplessly.
"When Rayzen's like this, there's no stopping him," he murmured.
Rayzen fired up his old motorcycle, the engine roaring like a beast awakening.
He spoke again, softer now — almost like a vow.
"Alea will never fall alone. As long as I stand, anyone who dares hurt her... will kneel."
The smell of exhaust filled the air as Rayzen shot out of the hideout like a bullet.
Meanwhile, at a small café downtown...
Selia giggled as she scrolled through her phone, showing Varek a series of edited photos slandering Alea.Varek, sipping his black coffee, wore a smug grin.
"Won't be long before that cop brother of hers gets kicked out," Varek said, lifting his cup.
Selia flipped her hair arrogantly. "We should start planning our victory party."
Neither of them noticed the pair of burning eyes watching them from across the street.Hidden behind the tinted window, helmet still in hand, Rayzen stood perfectly still.
Wind tugged at his jacket as he clenched his fists, knuckles white.
They have no idea what they've just unleashed.