The aroma of grilled meat filled the air as ra eagerly bit into her kebab. I watched her childish enthusiasm with mild amusement, a stark contrast to the sophisticated dinners I usually shared with Isabelle.
"This is the best part," ra dered, mouth half-full. "The sauce they use is totally secret. Mom tried to get the recipe for years."
I nodded politely, picking at my own food. The kebab stand was busier than I''d expected for this remote location. Most patrons kept to themselves, focusing on their meals or conversations.
"You''re not eating," ra pointed out, already halfway through her second skewer. "Don''t you like it?"
"It''s fine," I replied, taking a bite to appease her. The meat was tender and vorful, I had to admit.
ra beamed. "See? I told you!" She reached for the small bowl of soup that apanied our meal. "And this broth is amazing too."
Our peaceful meal was interrupted by raucousughter from a nearby table. Four young men with visible tattoos were pointing in our direction, making crude gestures. One of them, sporting a distinctive red star tattoo on his neck, stood up and sauntered toward us.
"Well, look what we have here," he sneered, looking ra up and down. "Aren''t you a little young to be out with your sugar daddy?"
His friends erupted inughter. ra''s face flushed bright red.
"Mind your own business," I said calmly, cing my food down.
The tattooed youth leaned closer, his breath reeking of alcohol. "This is our territory, old man. Everything here is our business."
ra suddenly stood up, trembling with indignation. Before I could stop her, she grabbed her bowl of soup and flung its contents directly into the man''s face.
"Leave us alone, jerk!" she shouted.
The hot liquid sshed across his face and chest. He stumbled backward, cursing loudly as his friends jumped to their feet.
"You little bitch!" he snarled, wiping his face. "You have any idea who we are?"
I rose slowly, positioning myself between ra and the angry young men. "That''s enough. Walk away now."
The tattooed youth''s face contorted with rage. "Nobody talks to the Red Star Society like that. Nobody!"
He lunged forward with a wild punch. I sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back in one fluid motion. With minimal pressure, I forced him to his knees.
"I said, that''s enough," I repeated, my voice deadly quiet.
His friends hesitated, clearly surprised by how quickly theirpanion had been neutralized. I released the young man, shoving him forward. He scrambled to his feet, face burning with humiliation.
"You''re dead," he spat, backing away. "Both of you. The Red Star Society doesn''t forget. We run this neighborhood."
The four retreated, throwing venomous res over their shoulders. I turned to ra, who was now looking considerably less confident.
"We should go," I said firmly.
The restaurant owner approached us, wringing his hands nervously. "Sir, miss, I''m sorry about that. Those boys... they cause trouble for everyone around here." <kbd ss="in-imprint-a">This chapter is from the collection at *.</kbd>
"Who are they?" I asked.
"Red Star Society," the man whispered, ncing around as if afraid of being overheard. "Local gang. They demand protection money from all businesses in this area. Police won''t help—some say they''re paid off."
ra''s eyes widened. "That''s terrible! Can''t anyone stop them?"
The owner shook his head sadly. "Many have tried. They alwayse back stronger. They''ve hurt people who stand against them."
I frowned, feeling the dark energy inside me stir restlessly. Another group of bullies preying on the weak—it seemed I encountered them everywhere I went.
"Thank you for the warning," I told the owner, leaving payment on the table. "ra, we''re leaving."
She followed me silently toward the car, but halfway there, she suddenly stopped. Her face had transformed from fear to determination.
"No," she dered. "I''m tired of bullies getting away with everything."
Before I could stop her, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
"ra, what are you doing?" I asked.
She held up her hand, waiting for someone to answer. When they did, her voice took on a dramatic, tearful quality that caught mepletely off guard.
"Uncle Keller?" she sobbed into the phone. "It''s ra Vance. I''m in terrible danger! There''s a criminal gang threatening to kill me! They said they''re going to—" She paused, listening. "At the River Road kebab stand. They call themselves the Red Star Society and they''re terrorizing everyone here!"
I stared at her in disbelief as she continued her performance.
"Yes, dozens of them! With guns and knives! They''re extorting money and threatening women! Please hurry, Uncle, I''m so scared!"
She hung up, looking immensely satisfied with herself.
"What did you just do?" I asked, stunned by her exaggeration.
"Called in reinforcements," she replied smugly. "Commander Keller is my godfather. He''s the head of the city''s Special Tactics Unit."
My jaw tightened. "You just lied to a militarymander."
She shrugged. "I embellished. Those guys are bullies, and Uncle Keller hates bullies."
"ra, you can''t just—"
A screech of tires interrupted me. Three cars pulled up, blocking the parking lot exit. The tattooed youths from earlier stepped out, now apanied by at least twenty others. All of them wore red bandanas or clothing items marked with the same red star symbol.
A man in his thirties emerged from the lead car. Unlike the others, he carried himself with calcted menace rather than brute aggression. A jagged scar ran from his left eye to his jawline, and an borate red star was tattooed on his exposed forearm.
"That''s him," one of the youths pointed at me. "That''s the one who disrespected us, Boss."
The scarred man approached slowly, his gang members spreading out to surround us. ra edged closer to me, her earlier bravado vanishing.
"You put hands on my boys?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft.
I assessed our situation quickly. Twenty-plus opponents, likely armed. They''d positioned themselves strategically to cut off all escape routes. Under normal circumstances, handling them would be simple enough—but with ra here,plications multiplied.
"Your boys were harassing a young girl," I replied evenly. "I suggested they stop."
The leader''s eyes flicked to ra, then back to me. "Nobody suggests anything to the Red Star Society. We own this area." He nced around at the frightened onlookers who had gathered. "Everyone here knows the rules."
"I''m not from around here," I said. "And I don''t recognize your authority."
A dangerous smile spread across his scarred face. "Then you need a lesson in respect."
He nodded to his men. They began to close in, some pulling out knives, others brass knuckles.
I gently pushed ra behind me. "When I move, run to the car and lock yourself in."
"I can''t leave you," she whispered, panic evident in her voice.
"Trust me," I murmured back. "I can handle this."
The gang leader raised his hand, preparing to give the signal to attack. I tensed, ready to move—when suddenly, ra let out a triumphantugh.
"Toote," she said loudly, pointing down the road.
In the distance, the unmistakable sound of multiple engines roared. Not just any engines—military-grade vehicles moving at high speed.
The gang leader frowned. "What the hell?"
"I called Uncle Keller," ra announced, her confidence returning. "He''s themander of the Special Tactics Unit. And he''s bringing everyone."
For a moment, doubt flickered across the leader''s face. Then his expression hardened.
"She''s bluffing," he snarled. "Take them both. Now!"
His men surged forward just as the first military vehicle rounded the corner, followed by several more. Red and blue lights shed as they sped toward us, the sound of sirens filling the air.
The gang members froze, caught between their leader''s orders and the overwhelming show of force bearing down on them.
I couldn''t help a small smile as I met the gang leader''s shocked gaze. "It seems the rules just changed."