EPISODE FOUR – PART ONE
Thirty Years Ago
Belford belonged to Talon.
They owned the streets. They controlled the police. They whispered in the ears of politicians. No one moved a muscle in Belford without Talon's approval.
And at the top, seated on a throne of blood and fear, was Majen Fyu.
A monster in a tailored suit, Majen Fyu didn't just run a gang—he ruled a kingdom. Brutal, untouchable, greedy. Even his own men feared him. He didn't just kill his enemies; he wiped out their families, erased their names from existence.
But every king has his warriors.
Majen's Four Horsemen:
Alberto – The Blade. Fast, ruthless, a killer with no hesitation.
Miller – The Viper. Seductive, cunning, deadlier than poison.
Jade – The Shadow. No one ever saw her coming.
Prince – The Phantom. Majen's own son, waiting for his father to slip.
Together, they were the powerhouses of the Talon gang—a nightmare to every other gang in Belford.
"Let's burn this city, mi amor."
Alberto lit a cigarette, staring at Miller through the dim glow of his penthouse.
Miller smirked, stepping closer. Her black leather jacket smelled like gunpowder and whiskey.
"Bank job?" she asked.
Alberto nodded. "Biggest one yet. Enough to run from all this if we wanted to."
Miller's smile faded. Run? That wasn't what she wanted to hear.
Because despite the bloodshed, the chaos, the life-or-death thrill—she loved this. She loved him.
Alberto grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a rough, heated kiss. Gunpowder and whiskey turned to fire and desire.
"Te amo, Miller," he whispered against her lips.
Miller grinned. "Then prove it. Ride with me till the end, Berto."
And they did.
They robbed, they killed, they built an empire together. Lovers drenched in crime, dripping in diamonds, untouchable.
Until Majen Fyu got greedy.
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Majen Wants Miller
The old bastard had everything—money, power, an army—but it wasn't enough.
He wanted Miller.
"You're wasted on that street dog," Majen sneered one evening, swirling whiskey in his glass. "A woman like you should be with a king."
Miller's fists clenched, her hand twitching toward her gun. "I already have a king."
Majen's laugh was cold, menacing. "Alberto is just a soldier. You could be mine, Miller. Or... I could make you mine."
That was it.
That was the moment she realized—Majen Fyu would never let them be free.
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The Betrayal of a King
Miller and Alberto met in secret. For the first time, they weren't planning a job.
They were planning a war.
Jade was in. She was tired of Majen's harassment.
Prince was in. The bastard son was just as greedy as his father and wanted to claim what was left.
The Talon Civil War was bloody. The streets of Belford burned for weeks.
Gunfire in the alleys. Bodies piling up. Betrayals at every corner.
Then—the final bullet.
Majen Fyu—The King of Belford—was dead.
They drank to victory.
But peace never lasts in the underworld.
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"Berto… How could you?"
A week later, Miller walked into Alberto's villa.
She was giddy, nervous, excited. In her pocket was a diamond ring.
She was going to propose.
Then she saw them.
Alberto. In bed. With Jade.
The ring slipped from her fingers. Her heart shattered before her soul caught fire.
Jade barely had time to scream.
BANG!
Miller didn't hesitate.
She shot Jade in the gut.
Alberto shot up, half-dressed, shock and guilt in his eyes.
"Miller—!"
"Don't. You. Dare." Miller's voice was shaking, tears and rage battling inside her.
Alberto reached for her.
She staggered back.
"You were everything to me," she whispered, voice broken. "Everything."
Then she turned and left.
She didn't stop running.
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The Rise of Hades
Prince disappeared with whatever was left of Talon.
Alberto built Fang.
Miller vanished.
For years, no one saw her.
Then she returned.
Different. Stronger. Colder.
She wasn't the lover anymore. She wasn't anyone's woman.
She had her own army now. Hades.
And she had one mission.
Burn Alberto's empire to the ground.
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Present Day – Alberto's Thoughts
Back in the chair, tied up, Alberto let out a low chuckle.
"Come a long way, haven't we?" he muttered.
The past was dead.
But his war with Miller?
That was far from over.
EPISODE FOUR – PART TWO
The workshop was alive with tension. Fang's finest were in full war mode—checking their weapons, loading clips, tightening their vests. Some were sharpening knives, others were wrapping their fists, prepping for hand-to-hand combat if it came down to it.
Lia sat in the corner, her fingers lightly tracing the bandages on her shoulder. Maya was late.
Maya.
She had always been Lia's ride-or-die. From the first day they joined Fang as teenagers, Maya had been there—always backing her up, punching bullies in the face, taking hits for her.
But life in the gang world changed people.
The sound of a revving engine outside snapped Lia out of her thoughts.
The door swung open.
Maya stepped in, looking like a goddess of chaos, dressed in a sleek black leather jacket, boots clicking against the concrete. She smirked, hands in her pockets.
"What's up, nerds? Miss me?"
Alphonso, who was leaning against a toolbox, smirked back. "Still dramatic as ever, huh?"
Maya shrugged. "What's life without a little drama?"
Alphonso chuckled, tossing a wrench onto the counter. "Still lying to yourself that you can walk away from this life?"
Maya's eyes darkened for a brief second, but the smirk stayed.
She turned to Lia and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Damn, girl. You scared the shit out of me."
Lia let out a tired chuckle. "Yeah, well… me too."
Maya pulled back, eyeing her up and down. "You look like roadkill."
"Feels worse."
"What happened?"
Lia's expression hardened. "Ezra's men ambushed us. Big Boss is gone."
Maya's eyes widened in fake shock. "Shit. No way… Are you sure?"
Lia nodded grimly. "They took him."
Maya took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Okay. We'll fix this. I promise."
Suddenly—
BOOM!
A deafening explosion rocked the workshop.
The garage doors blew open, sending metal shards flying.
Gunfire erupted—Hades' gang stormed in, weapons blazing!
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Alphonso roared, flipping the table for cover.
Bullets shredded the air.
Sparks flew. Glass shattered. The air filled with smoke, screams, and chaos.
Fang members dove for cover, returning fire. The air was alive with muzzle flashes, screaming lead, and the smell of gunpowder.
Sara, a tomboyish lieutenant of Hades, led the charge, dressed in a bulletproof vest, combat pants, and a wild grin.
"LIGHT 'EM UP!" she yelled, unloading an Uzi as she moved forward, ducking behind cover.
Alphonso whipped out two pistols, moving like a goddamn action hero—rolling behind cover, popping out to fire perfect headshots.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Three Hades men dropped.
Lia ducked behind a flipped table, grabbing a shotgun. She racked the pump—
BOOM!
She blew a hole through a Hades soldier's chest, his body slamming into a workbench.
Another came charging at her with a knife—
She spun, slammed the butt of her shotgun into his face, then fired point-blank.
Blood sprayed across the floor.
Maya?
Maya was nowhere to be seen.
She had slithered into the shadows, unnoticed.
Lia locked eyes with Sara across the room.
"I'M GONNA RIP YOUR THROAT OUT, BITCH!" Sara screamed, unloading bullets at Lia's position.
Lia ducked—bullets ripped through the wall behind her.
Alphonso, crouched behind a crate, reloaded his pistols with precision.
"FUCKING DIE, YOU SNAKE BASTARDS!" he roared, popping up and firing like a man possessed.
One of Sara's men tried to flank him—
Alphonso kicked over a barrel, rolled forward, and put a bullet straight into the guy's head.
Meanwhile…
Lia was trying to get a clean shot at Sara—
Then—
DARKNESS.
Everything went black.
She never saw Maya's fist coming.
Her body collapsed, unconscious.
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OUTSIDE – THE ESCAPE
Maya let out a fake scream.
"LIA'S BEEN HIT! I NEED HELP!"
Alphonso, still firing at Hades' men, turned toward her. "Shit! Get her the fuck out of here!"
Two Fang members rushed to Lia's side.
"Take her through the back!" Alphonso ordered, not taking his eyes off the battle.
They carried Lia's limp body out of the workshop, stepping over dead bodies, bullets whizzing past their heads.
Outside, the black getaway car was waiting.
"Get her in," one of them grunted, tossing Lia into the back seat.
Maya wiped fake tears from her face and looked at them.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Then—
BANG. BANG.
The two men collapsed, bullet holes in their skulls.
Maya sighed, blew the smoke off her pistol, and slipped into the driver's seat.
She gripped the wheel. Looked at Lia.
She should kill her.
Right now.
But for some reason… she hesitated.
Instead, she muttered under her breath—
"Sorry, Lia. Business is business."
She slammed the gas pedal.
The tires screeched, and the car roared into the night.
BACK INSIDE – THE "VICTORY"
Sara signaled her crew.
"Fall back! Retreat!" she commanded.
The Hades gang hopped onto their motorcycles and sped off into the night.
Inside, Alphonso and the Fang survivors let out a victorious roar.
"WE WON!" someone yelled.
"THOSE BASTARDS RAN!"
Fang members cheered, celebrating.
They had fought back. They had survived.
But…
They didn't know.
They didn't realize.
Lia was gone.
And she was never supposed to make it out alive.
EPISODE FOUR !: Part THREE
The club was the definition of wild. Neon lights flickered across the dance floor as the DJ spun a mix of reggaeton and hip-hop, shaking the walls with heavy bass. The crowd moved in a chaotic rhythm—some grinding, some jumping, some just existing in a drunken blur.
In the middle of all this madness, sat three completely out-of-place individuals.
Kevin, Lisa, and Theresa, dressed like responsible adults, stuck out like sore thumbs. Two teachers and a nurse in a club? What could possibly go wrong?
Lisa took a sip of her mojito, looking at Kevin in shock. "Wait, she's GONE?! Just like that?"
Kevin let out a heavy sigh and dragged his hands down his face. "Yes, Lisa. She asked for water, I turned around for TWO SECONDS—BOOM! Vanished. Along with my phone."
Theresa, the nurse, blinked before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. She clapped her hands. "Nooo. No way. This is unreal. You're telling me a half-dead woman did a Houdini on you?"
Kevin groaned. "It's not funny!"
Theresa wiped a tear. "Oh, but it IS."
Lisa leaned forward. "Okay, but what if something bad happens to her? She was SHOT, Kevin. She's not in the best condition to be running the streets like she's in a Fast & Furious movie."
Kevin nodded. "Exactly! We have to find her. Lisa, I need your help."
Lisa sighed. "My help? What do you think I am, Sherlock Holmes?"
Kevin gave her the most pathetic, pleading look. "Lisa, please. She has my phone. My entire LIFE is in that phone."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "There it is. I knew it wasn't just about her well-being. It's about your precious phone."
Kevin threw up his hands. "It's about BOTH!"
Theresa smirked. "Right. The phone. And the fact that she's mysterious, hot, and showed up half-dead in your apartment has nothing to do with it?"
Kevin hesitated. "…Maybe."
Lisa smirked. "Ha. Knew it. You've got yourself a mysterious, injured, fugitive-looking girlfriend."
Kevin groaned, shaking his head. "She is NOT my girlfriend!"
Just then, Josh arrived—fashionably late as always.
And of course, he wasn't alone.
Strutting in beside him was a goddess of a woman. Long black hair cascading down her back, smoky eyes that could kill a man with a single glance, and a red dress that screamed dangerous yet irresistible.
Lisa saw her first and let out a low whistle. "Damn, Josh. Who's the supermodel?"
Josh grinned like a cat who just found a whole truckload of cream. "Relax, guys. Let's not scare her away." He turned to the beauty beside him. "Meet my new friend."
Kevin, still drowning in his own crisis, barely acknowledged her. "Cool. Hey."
Theresa leaned in, examining the woman. "She's stunning."
Josh puffed out his chest. "Of course. I have taste, you know."
Lisa crossed her arms. "Sure, Josh. What's her name?"
The woman smiled, her lips curving into something that felt dangerous.
"Lilith."
EPISODE Four, PART FOUR –
The warehouse reeked of oil, metal, and blood. Stacked crates of smuggled weapons lined the walls, while steel beams loomed overhead like the ribs of a dead beast. Armed Hades members patrolled the floor, rifles slung over their backs. The air was thick with smoke from freshly burned cigars, and the low hum of machines filled the silence.
Ezra Kane leaned against a crate, smirking as Maya pulled up in a black SUV. She stepped out, her boots clicking against the concrete floor.
"She's in the back," Maya announced, tossing her keys to a nearby Hades member.
Ezra grinned. "You really pulled it off, huh? Big bad Lia, unconscious like a kitten."
Two Hades goons yanked open the SUV's back door and dragged Lia's limp body out. Her head lolled to the side, her breathing shallow.
Maya wiped imaginary dust off her jacket. "She's all yours. Boss Miller wants her alive. No bruises, no torture—just convince her."
Ezra raised a brow. "No fun, huh?"
Maya shot him a warning glare. "Miller's orders. Keep her intact. And don't screw this up, Ezra."
Ezra chuckled. "When have I ever screwed up?"
Maya didn't answer. Instead, she pulled out her phone and dialed. "It's done," she told Miller, who was at Governor Stan's extravagant party.
Miller's smooth voice crackled through the speaker. "Good work, Maya. Now get over here—someone important wants to see you."
Maya hesitated, glancing at Lia.
"Relax," Miller added. "Ezra's got it under control."
Maya wasn't so sure. But she sighed and nodded. "On my way."
She shot Ezra one last look before exiting.
Ezra cracked his knuckles. "Alright, boys. Let's wake up sleeping beauty."
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SPLASH!
Ice-cold water slammed against Lia's face. She coughed violently, gasping for breath.
"Wakey, wakey, supergirl."
Lia blinked the water out of her eyes, her vision clearing to see Ezra Kane smirking down at her.
Hatred flared inside her like a wildfire. "Ezra…" she spat.
He chuckled. "Miss me? Last time we fought, you gave me this." He touched a jagged scar running from his cheek to his jaw. "Then you ran like a coward."
Lia sneered. "You were too slow to stop me."
Ezra's grin faltered. He exhaled sharply, then crouched in front of her, elbows resting on his knees.
"Listen, Lia. Fang is finished. Alberto's gone. You have no leader, no future. But Hades? We're rising. And we need someone like you. Someone deadly. Someone ruthless. We need the city's deadliest hit girl"
Lia scoffed. "You think I'd join you?"
"You don't have a choice," Ezra said, standing up. "Because if you don't… someone else pays the price."
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.
Ezra's slow applause echoed in the warehouse. A side door creaked open, and two Hades men dragged in a struggling figure.
Lia's heart stopped.
A girl—Bianca.
Her younger sister.
Her wrists were tied, her clothes torn and dirty, her face streaked with dried tears. A gag muffled her cries as she weakly fought against her captors.
Lia's entire body locked up.
"Bianca?!"
The younger girl's terrified eyes met hers, filling with a storm of emotions—relief, fear, confusion.
Ezra smirked. "You wanna stay loyal to Fang? Go ahead. But your precious little sister? She'll suffer for your stubbornness."
Lia's blood turned to ice.
"LET HER GO!" she screamed, struggling against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles.
Ezra pulled out a pistol and casually twirled it in his hand.
He turned to Bianca. "Hey, sweetheart. Did you know your sister is a killer? Not just any killer. Fang's top assassin."
Bianca froze. "Lia…?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.
Lia's breath hitched.
Ezra crouched beside Bianca. "Your sister's a murderer. She's killed dozens of people—probably hundreds. And you? You've been going to university, living a safe life while she's been out here, spilling blood."
Bianca's face paled. "Is it true?"
Lia felt like her chest was being ripped open. She tried to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat.
"Tell her," Ezra urged. "Tell her what you are."
Lia swallowed hard. Tears burned behind her eyes.
"Bianca… I did what I had to. After Mom and Dad died, I had to survive. I had to take care of you. I killed for you. I joined Fang because—because I had no choice! I wanted to give you the perfect life!"
" I never asked for this! There's no perfect life without you. And oh! You want to give me a perfect life by taking the perfect lives of others" Bianca yelled
Bianca's expression shattered.
"You… you're a monster."
Lia's heart caved in.
Ezra smirked, standing up. "There you have it." He turned to Lia. "Now, here's the deal. Join Hades, and Bianca walks free. Refuse, and well…" He cocked the gun. "She won't be walking anywhere."
Lia's entire body tensed.
Her hands clenched into fists. Her jaw locked.
"I'll do it," she whispered.
Ezra grinned. "Atta girl."
Bianca screamed. "No! Lia, you can't! Don't become like them!"
Then—CHAOS.
Bianca, in a desperate burst of defiance, lunged forward and bit down hard on Ezra's hand.
"AGH! YOU LITTLE—"
BANG!
The gun went off.
Bianca collapsed.
Silence.
Lia's entire world shattered.
Her mind went blank. Her lungs forgot to breathe.
Ezra's hand shook. His face was a mask of horror.
"I—I didn't mean to—"
He retreated in horror, jumped into an SUV and drove away.
Lia's scream ripped through the warehouse.
The rope binding her hands snapped.
Before the guards could react, she launched forward, sending a knee into one's jaw.
CRACK!
Another reached for his gun—Lia spun, grabbing his wrist, twisting it until the bone snapped.
Bullets flew. Lia weaved, dodged, flipped. Her instincts took over.
She ripped a pistol from a fallen guard and opened fire.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Bodies dropped.
Lia moved like a ghost, a shadow, a storm. She shot more of them. Lots of Hades men fell like pile of cards. The gun was out of bullets. She tossed it.
One thug lunged—she parried, grabbed a knife from his belt, slit his throat. His blood spilled on her face. With that knife, she stabbed another thug's eye making him scream.
Another charged—she dodged, flipped over him, landed behind him, and drove the dagger into his spine. She kicked another sending him crashing into some crates. A man shot, she slid and kicked his knees then snapped his neck.
More men swarmed.
Lia grabbed two guns,climbed a crate, jumped off, spun mid-air, and shot ten of them before landing.
The survivors? They ran.
She stood on a pile of bodies.
Blood dripped from her face. Her chest heaved.
She turned to Bianca.
She was still breathing.
"Lia…" Bianca's voice was weak. "Please… stop killing. I don't want to lose you."
Lia sobbed.
She lifted Bianca into her arms and stepped over the dead.
She found a car.
Hotwired it.
Sped away.
Bianca was dying.
And Lia?
She had nothing left but revenge.
EPISODE Four, PART FIVE –
The hospital doors burst open.
Lia staggered in, cradling Bianca in her arms. Blood soaked her leather suit, her boots leaving dark red footprints on the pristine white tiles.
"HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" she shouted, her voice raw.
Heads turned. Patients, nurses, doctors—all froze.
Then, chaos.
A team of medical personnel rushed forward with a stretcher.
"Get her down! Move, move!"
Two nurses helped lower Bianca onto the stretcher while a doctor in green scrubs checked her pulse.
"She's still breathing! BP is dropping—prep the OR, stat!"
Lia held Bianca's limp hand. "Please, save her!"
A nurse turned to Lia, eyes wide at her bloodied clothes. "Are you hurt? You're covered in—"
"I'm fine," Lia cut in, shaking her head.
The nurse frowned. "But—"
"I SAID I'M FINE!" Lia snapped, Her voice sharp as the edge of a blade
The nurse flinched but did not argue.
The doctors wheeled bianca away.
Lia's feet refused to move as the ICU doors swung shut.
She was alone
Again.
Hours passed
Lia paced the corridor.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
She barely felt the stares.
Patients, nurses, security guards—they all looked at her, whispering.
Some were curious. Some were worried. Some were just plain scared.
But Lia? She didn't care.
She had lost her parents.
She wasn't losing Bianca.
It had always been them against the world.
Nothing else mattered.
---
A doctor finally approached.
Lia froze.
His white coat was speckled with blood—Bianca's blood.
Her heart stopped.
"She's stable," the doctor said.
Lia exhaled so hard she almost collapsed.
"She responded well to treatment. The bullet didn't hit any major organs, but she lost a lot of blood. We stitched her up, gave her a transfusion. She's resting now."
Lia swallowed hard. "She'll… she'll be okay?"
The doctor nodded. "She needs rest, but she'll make it."
Lia's legs gave out.
She grabbed the wall for support.
Thank God.
The doctor adjusted his glasses. "We need some details for her file. Name, age, medical history."
Lia nodded. "Bianca… Bianca Morreti. She's twenty. No chronic illnesses, no allergies."
The doctor scribbled on his clipboard.
Then his gaze hardened.
"How did she get shot?"
Lia's stomach tightened.
She forced a neutral expression. "It was… a mugging. Some guys tried to rob us. She got caught in the crossfire."
The doctor's eyes narrowed. "And you? You're drenched in blood, but you have no injuries."
Lia's pulse spiked. "It's… it's hers. I was holding her."
The doctor stared at her for a moment.
A long moment.
Then, he sighed.
"Alright." He scribbled something down. "You'll have to handle the medical bill before discharge."
Lia nodded—until she saw the number.
Her stomach dropped.
This… this was insane.
She had unknowingly walked into Belford's most expensive, high-class hospital.
Oops. Big mistake.
But also? Worth it.
Bianca was alive. That's what mattered.
Now, she just had to figure out how to pay.
Lia sat in the waiting room, thinking.
Alberto was gone.
Her phone? With Alphonso.
And even if she could reach him, Alphonso was broke as hell.
She clenched her fists.
She needed money. Fast.
And then…
An idea hit her.
A risky, crazy, desperate idea.
She knew someone.
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MEANWHILE…
KEVIN DRAGGED HIMSELF HOME.
He was exhausted.
His club shift had been hell.
His feet ached. His shirt smelled like vodka and regret.
All he wanted was sleep.
He shut the front door, rubbing his eyes.
Then—
"Uhm… hi."
Kevin jerked.
HOLY SHIT.
A woman stood in his living room.
Kevin blinked and rubbed his eyes
His heart slammed against his ribs.
There she was.
The mystery woman.
The one he found unconscious in his living room.
The one he and his friends saved.
The one who stole his phone and vanished.
Now, she was back.
Standing in his living room.
Drenched in blood.
Looking like she had crawled out of a nightmare.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
His voice was barely a whisper.
Lia tilted her head.
And then—she smiled.
A slow, tired, dangerous smile.
Kevin rubbed his eyes.
Once.
Twice.
Nope.
She was still there.
Still real.
His brain refused to work.
But his mouth did.
"…Hi?"
Silence.
Heavy. Thick. Tense.
They stood there.
Staring at each other.
Neither moving.
Neither breathing.
The air buzzed with unanswered questions.
And then—
Lights out
End of Episode four.
If you were in Kevin's shoes, what would you have done?