The light footsteps, the persistent stares, and the sound of deep, rhythmic breathing. Jesse could hear and feel all of it clearly, as if every movement behind him was amplified by the stillness of the empty street.
He walked purposefully into an alleyway, his steps slow but deliberate, making no effort to mask his presence. He wanted his stalkers to follow.
Only when he reached a dead end did he finally turn around to face the ones tailing him. Five men stood at the mouth of the alley, blocking the exit.
They wielded baseball bats, gripping them tightly in their hands. Jesse's sharp eyes immediately picked up on the red mask clips pinned to their chests—a clear sign they were members of the Red Beasts gang.
