"What do you want me to say? That my dad serves his country? That he protects people? That's not a secret." "Protects people?"
Grayson scoffed. Men like your father don't protect. They eliminate threats. They operate in the shadows. They kill.
Is that what this is about? Jallen asked quietly. You're scared of my dad? The question struck a nerve. Grayson's hand tightened on his gun.
I'm not scared. I'm exposing the truth. People deserve to know when dangerous operatives are living among them. The only dangerous person here is you, Jallen replied. His courage.
Building. You broke into our home. You arrested me illegally. Now you've kidnapped me at gunpoint. Who's the threat?
Officer Grayson. Before Grayson could respond, his phone buzzed. The text message contained only an address. This warehouse's address, followed by three words. I'm coming in.
Grayson's face pald. He rushed to the windows, scanning the area outside. Nothing. No movement, no vehicles, no sign of approach. But Isaiah King was coming.
Somehow he'd found them already. "He's bluffing," Grayson muttered, though his shaking hands betrayed his fear. "There's no way he found us this fast." Jallen allowed himself a small smile. "You really don't know who my dad is, do you?"
Meanwhile, Isaiah moved through the industrial district like a ghost, analyzing the warehouse from all angles before approaching. No backup, no tactical team. This was personal now. A father protecting his son. A line crossed that demanded response.
Inside, Grayson grew increasingly agitated, checking windows, barricading doors, preparing for a siege that could come from any direction. His original plan to force Isaiah into revealing his true nature on camera was unraveling as fear replaced anger. Your dad thinks he's so special. Grayson hissed at Jallen. Special forces, classified missions.
But he's just a man. He bleeds like anyone else. You're right, came Isaiah's voice, seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once. The warehouses. Poor acoustics made it impossible to pinpoint.