17. I will go with you.

As Chase stood before all ten men, their sinister presence filling the narrow alleyway, Chase's knuckles tightened into fists. The raw anger surged through his veins, sending a ripple of adrenaline coursing through his body.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed as he assessed the situation. The flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows on his face, highlighting the rage etched across his features.

Each man exuded an aura of danger and ruthlessness, their scars and tattoos speaking volumes about their violent pasts.

From Chase's previous lifestyle, he knew that these were not ordinary criminals. They were hardened, seasoned, and desperate. But he was not one to back down easily, especially when it came to protecting the woman he loved.

A twisted smile curled across the face of the man who had spoken earlier, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.

"We see you have come to your senses," he sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.

The others joined in, their chorus of l