All Chapters of Killed: Reborn in the Streets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Aire leaned against the cold brick wall, neon lights flickering across her face. The city smelled of rain, smoke, and fried street food—the smell of life itself, harsh and unrelenting. She had learned long ago that the streets demanded vigilance. One slip, one misplaced trust, and it could be your last.Her phone buzzed. Trevon. She didn’t answer. Not tonight. Not after everything. Tonight, she deserved a moment of peace—even if it was brief.Footsteps echoed. A shadow moved closer. She tensed. Before she could react, the world went black.When Aire woke, she wasn’t sure where she was. Her apartment looked familiar, but wrong—slightly off. Her reflection in the mirror startled her. Her eyes seemed sharper, her jaw more defined. She touched her cheek, half expecting pain, but felt only smooth skin. And then it hit her: she had died. Betrayed. Killed. And somehow, she had returned.Panic rose, but it didn’t last. Fear had no place here anymore. Trevon had thought he could end her, but t

The city didn’t wait for anyone, and neither did Aire. She moved through the streets like a ghost, unseen but not unnoticed, her senses sharp and her pulse steady. The memory of Trevon’s knife burned in her mind, but it no longer weighed her down—it fueled her. Every corner, every alley, every flickering neon sign reminded her that she had been given a second chance. And she wasn’t going to waste it.She stopped at a familiar stoop, pulling her jacket tighter as the wind cut through the night. Her apartment windows were distant glimmers above, but she wasn’t ready to return just yet. There was work to be done. Trevon was out there, probably thinking she’d be afraid, that she’d go back to hiding like the old Aire. He had no idea how much she had changed.Dee had been in her thoughts constantly since that rooftop night. The way he had looked at her, like he could see every scar and still find her beautiful. Dangerous. Magnetic. He was more than a man who survived the streets—he was some

The streets were alive with whispers that night, low and urgent, as if the city itself was warning Aire of what was coming. She moved through the alleyways like a predator, her hoodie drawn low, eyes scanning every shadow. Trevon hadn’t forgotten her. He was plotting, scheming, testing the waters, seeing if she would flinch. But she wouldn’t. Not tonight. Not ever.Dee walked beside her, silent, a solid presence she could feel without looking. There was a tension in the air, thick and electric, the kind that made adrenaline pulse through your veins even before danger appeared. He had agreed to help her tonight—part patrol, part strategy, part something else she didn’t yet have the words for. Something that felt like trust, or maybe more.“We split again?” Dee asked, his voice low, careful.Aire shook her head. “Not tonight. We stick together. He’s getting bolder.”She could feel it—the city vibrating with anticipation. Every honk, every distant shout, every flicker of neon reminded he