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Sophia's eyes widened. Her voice cracked as she pleaded, "Please… let me go. I haven't done anything wrong."

August held his hand out, desperate to defuse the situation. "Come on, Damon. You promised. Just give me until tomorrow. I'll have your money, I swear."

Damon tilted his head, tapping his chin mockingly. "Promises, promises. How many people do you think make promises to me, August? And how many actually keep them?" He snapped his fingers, and his goon tightened his grip on Sophia, causing her to wince.

"Please, Damon," August's voice was raw with barely restrained fury. "You don't need to do this. Tomorrow, you'll have it just as promised."

Damon sighed, pretending to think it over. "You know, August, I'd like to believe you. I really would. But I prefer having guarantees in my line of work." He gestured to his goon. "And taking your sister here is as good a guarantee as I'll get."

"Just one more day, Damon," August repeated with a pleading tone. "I'm begging you. Don't do this to her."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Damon raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying August's desperation. "One more day, huh? You really think I care about your word? You think your promises mean anything to me?" He smirked again. "But tell you what… beg a little harder, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider it."

August's eyes flashed with anger, but he held back, forcing himself to keep calm for Sophia's sake. "Fine," he swallowed his pride and got on his knees. "I'm begging you. Just give me one more day. I'll have the money. Let her go."

Damon seemed to revel in August's defeat. After a moment, he responded.

"No."

August's pleas fell on deaf ears as Damon's hand tightened around Sophia's arm, dragging her forcibly toward the door.

Sophia struggled as her voice trembled. "Let go of me! August! Help!" she cried, desperation clear in her tone.

August lunged forward in desperation. "Damon, stop! You can't do this! Just give me one more day—I'll have your money!"

Damon paused just long enough to turn back as a chilling smirk appeared on his face. "She's mine now. And she'll make me a lot more money than you ever could." He turned to Sophia with a look of cruelty. "Your beauty's going to draw all kinds of attention at my club."

Sophia's eyes widened in horror as her voice shook. "No! I don't belong to you!" She kicked at Damon, but he retaliated with a brutal slap across her face, leaving her stunned and stumbling.

August's fury boiled over. "Get your hands off her, Damon!" he yelled, stepping forward to intervene.

But one of Damon's goons moved fast, intercepting him with a solid punch that sent him sprawling across the floor.

Bam!

His head throbbed as he hit the ground.

August tried to push himself up while groaning but the pain from the impact slowed him down.

He watched helplessly as Damon dragged Sophia out the door and toward a black car waiting at the curb. Nearby, a row of parked motorcycles lined the street, belonging to Damon's henchmen who hovered around, grinning smugly as their boss shoved Sophia roughly into the backseat of the car.

From inside, August's rage blazed like a wildfire. 'No...' he thought, 'I won't let them take her.'

He didn't know if it was the original August's feelings running through him right now or his, but he knew for sure that he would never forgive himself if he let Sophia get taken.

The goon inside the apartment reached for him again, but August was already on his feet.

Without a word, he tackled the goon, slamming him against the wall with a force that rattled the windows. The goon staggered, but August didn't relent.

He grabbed him by the collar and delivered a powerful knee to his stomach, doubling him over.

Outside, Damon heard the commotion but simply smirked, waving his hand dismissively as he climbed into the driver's seat. "Deal with him," he ordered his men as he started the engine. "We're leaving."

One of Damon's goons stood by, laughing as August faced off against his comrade.

His voice dripped with mockery. "Think you're a tough guy, huh? All alone against us? You don't stand a chance, pretty boy."

August's eyes burned as he glared back. "Try me."

The goon lunged, swinging wildly, but August sidestepped and delivered a swift, calculated strike to his kneecap, causing a sickening crack.

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"Ahhh!"

The man cried out, collapsing to the ground as his leg twisted at an unnatural angle.

Just then, a loud crash echoed from inside the apartment.

August had thrown another goon through the door, sending him flying out onto the pavement.

People in the neighborhood gasped and murmured, watching from a distance. Yet, no one dared to interfere. Everyone knew Damon and his crew, and few were willing to risk crossing him.

Another goon moved in, charging at August. He threw a punch that landed squarely on August's cheek, sending him staggering back as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The taste of copper filled his senses, but it only fueled his anger. He spat, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his gaze locked onto his opponent.

August rushed forward, ducking just in time to dodge a swing aimed at his head. Using the goon's momentum, he drove his fist up in a powerful uppercut, connecting with the man's jaw and sending him crashing backward.

But as he fought, Damon's car began to roll forward, slowly at first, then picking up speed. August's heart lurched when he saw Sophia in the backseat.

Her terrified face pressed against the glass, banging on the window with desperation.

"No! Sophia!"

August shouted with a hoarse tone but before he could take a step, one of the goons grabbed him from behind, wrapping a muscular arm around his neck in a chokehold.

August struggled as his air supply was cut off.

The arms were like a giant pair of pliers that held onto his throat tightly, unyielding and unmoving.

His vision blurred as the goon's grip tightened even more around his throat. 'No… can't… let… her go…'

Summoning every ounce of strength left in him, August drove his elbow back into the goon's ribs, feeling the man's grip weaken.

With a burst of energy, he wrenched himself free, spinning around to slam his knee into the goon's face. The impact sent the man staggering as he clutched his bloodied nose.

Ignoring the pain in his own body, August broke into a sprint, chasing after the car.

He could still see Sophia through the back windshield. Her hands were pressed against the glass and her mouth formed his name in a silent scream as the distance between them grew.

The car pulled onto the main road, accelerating as it merged with the morning traffic.

August pushed himself harder as his legs ached while he let out heavy breaths.

He refused to give up. But despite his efforts, the car was moving too fast. It slipped further and further away until finally… it vanished into the bustling city streets.

August's chest heaved heavily as he came to a stop. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He stood there, helpless, as reality set in.

She was gone.