That night, the messages came faster.
Different numbers. Same tone.
Your friends look soft.
Your brothers would scream.
I taught you fear. You owe me.
Jay snapped.
She threw the phone across the room so hard it hit the wall and dropped to the floor with a dull crack. Her chest rose and fell, sharp breaths slicing through her ribs.
She wasn't that little girl anymore.
And if he thought he could reach her through words—
He was wrong.
The kidnapping happened three days later.
No warning. No dramatic announcement.
Just silence.
Freya didn't answer her calls.
Rakki's phone went dead.
Mica's last message was half a sentence.
Ella never even read hers.
Section E vanished from campus before noon.
Keifer didn't come to school at all.
That was when Jay knew.
This wasn't a threat anymore.
It was war.
The location came through an old contact. A favor owed. A warehouse outside the city—abandoned, forgotten, surrounded by nothing but concrete and bad memories.
Aces gathered without being called.
No speeches. No plans spoken out loud.
Jay stood at the center of them, face calm, eyes empty in a way that scared even the people who loved her most.
"This is on me," she said flatly.
Angelo stepped forward immediately. "Then it's on all of us."
She didn't argue.
She didn't thank them either.
Because somewhere deep inside her, something old had already woken up—and it wasn't interested in mercy.
Jay's boots hit the concrete floor with a quiet thud that sounded louder than a gunshot in the empty warehouse.
The air was thick with the smell of iron, pain, and fear. Every breath she took was measured, sharp, full of cold precision.
The world had trained her for this moment, for years, and she wasn't about to let anyone—including him—touch what was hers ever again.
Her eyes flicked to each figure in the room: Freya, Rakki, Mica, Ella, bruised and scared, but alive. Keifer, kneeling but alert, scanning the perimeter, already anticipating what she was about to do. Section E boys and her brothers, injured but breathing. Percy, grimacing but ready. Every single one of them had been pushed to their limits, and now it was Jay's turn to repay in full.
The warehouse was alive with shadows. Forty men. Forty predators hired by her stepfather, each thinking they were walking into an easy payday. None of them knew
Jay was waiting.
Jay didn't speak. Not a word. Her lips pressed tight, eyes blazing like coals. Every flicker of memory—the fear, the screams, the pain—fueled her.
She didn't flinch when a man swung at her from the left. She twisted, elbowed him into the concrete, and sent him sprawling without a single glance at the others.
Her movement was a blur. Hands, legs, weapons—everything precise, lethal.
Section E froze for a split second, their mouths open, eyes wide. They knew her chaos, her troublemaker energy. They'd never seen this.
Not this.
"Jay—stop!" Keifer yelled, stepping forward. He raised his arms, shielding her from a man rushing with a bat. Jay's boots spun, kicking the attacker back with surgical force. Blood spattered the floor, but her gaze never wavered.
Aces were instantly at her side. They grabbed her weapons—the pocket knife from her shoe, the extra guns she carried—and formed a protective formation. Rakki, Mica, Freya, and Ella had been moved behind them, safe. Jay's mind was razor-sharp, her body responding like she'd been trained for this exact moment since she was a child.
Her stepfather stepped forward, smirking, thinking he could intimidate her even with his men.
"You're still a child in a man's world," he sneered. "And I am the one who breaks children."
Jay's eyes narrowed. Her fingers caressed the trigger.
"You taught me fear," she said quietly, coldly. "Now I teach you pain."
She stepped forward, single-minded, like a force of nature. Each man that came at her hit a wall of fury. Section E and Aces joined in: Calix and Felix flanked men attacking from the sides, David and Denzel blocked another line of approach. Ci N, Rory, Kit, Mayo, Drew, Eman, and Edrix moved with ruthless coordination.
Her stepfather's men were professional, but they underestimated her. They underestimated the leader of a gang, trained for revenge, with years of trauma turned into precision. Every swing, every punch, every shot from Jay's guns was punctuated by years of wrath.
Keifer never let her get hit. He moved faster than any man, taking blows that were meant for her, deflecting attacks, shoving enemies aside, a shield between her and danger.
Jay didn't stop. She ducked, spun, fired, elbowed. One man lunged, she threw him across the room with a single twist of her body. Her eyes never left the figure that mattered most: the man who had ruined her life.
The girls were safe. Freya whispered something inaudible. Rakki gritted her teeth. Mica's hands shook. Ella's jaw was tight. All of them watched their friend, their Jay, become something more than human. Section E shouted her name, some hesitating, some terrified:
"JAY!"
"Stop, Jay, what are you—"
"JAY—"
But she didn't hear them. She didn't hear anything. Her entire past, her anger, her rage—all channeled into one goal: justice.
A man came at her from the rear. She ducked, flicked her wrist, and the knife from her shoe found its mark in the arm that reached for her.
Another man dove, she elbowed him in the jaw, sending him sprawling. Section E moved as one behind her, taking down anyone who got close.
Aces coordinated silently: Adam, Michael, Samuel, and the fourth held lines, covering her blind spots.
Forty men. Dozens of attacks. And yet, Jay moved like a shadow, a storm, a force of wrath given form.
Finally, the chaos thinned.
Her stepfather's men were down, retreating, groaning, some crawling, most incapacitated. The warehouse was littered with bodies, groans, and blood. Jay didn't blink. She walked toward him.
"You…" she said, low, steady, venom dripping from every word. "You thought I would forget. You thought I would forgive. You thought I would let you touch anyone I care about ever again."
Her stepfather's smirk wavered. For the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes.
"Jay… I—"
She pressed a gun to his chest. Slow. Deliberate. Each heartbeat echoing like thunder in the warehouse.
"This is for every bruise, every scar, every scream you ever caused me. Every moment I feared you. Every night I cried in silence. Every part of me you tried to break… you failed. And now you pay."
The shot rang. He didn't move. She fired again. And again. Her eyes were blazing, cold, merciless, and all the fury of her past poured into every bullet.
Keifer, Section E, Aces—all watched, stunned, silent, knowing nothing could have prepared them for this version of Jay. Even when she had killed Keizer Watson, it had been methodical.
This… this was pure personal wrath, unfiltered.
By the time it was over, the warehouse was quiet. Everyone was breathing hard. Every body still standing, every friend safe, and her stepfather finally lying defeated and broken. Jay's chest heaved. Her eyes, still bright and wild, swept the room.
"You don't ever touch my people again," she said, her voice steady now, icy. "You don't ever think you can walk back into my life. Ever."
Keifer stepped close, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder. She didn't flinch. She didn't smile. But she felt the solid, unwavering presence he always gave her.
"You were… unbelievable," he said quietly.
Jay holstered her weapons, breathing slowing but still tense. She didn't speak. She didn't celebrate. She didn't even look relieved.
Her eyes softened only slightly as she looked at Freya, Rakki, Mica, and Ella—all safe, all alive.
"You're alive," she said finally.
And that was enough.
The warehouse was silent except for breathing, groans, and the occasional distant siren. Jay walked out last, her aura leaving the room charged and untouchable, a warning to anyone foolish enough to cross her again.
The past had been confronted.
The future was hers. And everyone who saw her now understood—Jay was a force no one could tame, nothing could stop, and nothing could forgive but her.
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Hey readers 🥰💋
Have you saw the episode.
Jay's past was traumatizing 😭🤧
I cried like hell while seeing it.
Now keifer is revealing that plan in next chapter 😭😭why? We all are gonna cry like hell in next episode 😭🤧 so be prepared with tissue boxes now.
What was your reaction to this episode.