In one of New York’s extravagant nightclubs —
The party was in full swing. The drinks were being served, people were twirling and dancing on the beats without a care in the world —partially because they didn’t have to care for the money they were spending tonight.
"Bryn, aren’t you afraid you will spend too much tonight?" one of Bryn’s mates asked.
However, instead of getting concerned, Bryn just smirked arrogantly. "What’s there to be afraid of? The last thing I lack in this world is money. Did you forget which family I come from?"
His group of friends exchanged looks before one of them dared to say, "But are you sure about that? I mean, people haven’t yet accepted you as a Winslow and —" before he could complete, someone held him back.
It was a sore spot for Bryn, and everyone was aware of it. Hence, no one dared to mention —not because it scared him. But because they didn’t care. As long as Bryn was spending money on them, they were there to enjoy.
They expected Bry to react the same way he always did. However, this time, staring at them, Bryn didn’t look at all offended. Instead, he poured himself another drink before raising it for a toast.
When everyone stared at him in confusion, he smiled and explained, "Cheers to the change that will be happening soon." He looked confident about something that no one there could guess.
They all exchanged a few glances, but in the end, no one asked anything. They just went to focus on the free party and the drinks they were getting.
But just when the party would have reached its peak, the music was suddenly put on a pause. Before anyone could understand what was happening, a few men clad in black uniforms stepped inside.
"What’s happening?"
"Who are they?"
"Are they here for someone?"
The whispers filled the space, but no one received any answer. They all kept on speculating until they saw the men coming and circling Bryn.
When Bryn saw them, his brows also furrowed. With a frown, he asked, "What do you want?"
However, instead of giving him an answer, a man grabbed him by the collar, roughly pulling him to stand on his feet.
"You ... do you even know who I am?" Bryn sneered. "Keep your hands off me or —"
Even before he could finish, he was slapped across his face. The crowd around were stunned to silence. No one spoke a word. Even Bryn was taken aback. It took him a moment to register it all.
And when he did, his eyes went red. He was about to snap; however, he was never offered any chance to. Soon after, he was dragged out of the club with everyone watching around.
It was humiliating, but Bryn didn’t know that this was nothing compared to what was coming next to him.
"Where are you taking me?" Bryn struggled, but nothing worked. Without much explanation, he was just hauled away.
His friends behind didn’t know what to do. They just watched him being taken away. Only when he was completely out of sight did they react.
"Wait, are we letting them take him like that?" someone asked, a little skeptical about what to do.
"What do you think we can do? We aren’t a match for them. Have you seen their build?"
"We can’t just let them take Bryn away. We have to do something."
"But what can we do?"
"Should we call his father now?" someone suddenly suggested. "I am sure he would be able to help him."
"Yes, we should call him."
Everyone agreed at once, and they quickly dialled Daffydd’s number.
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Meanwhile —
Bryn’s world had gone dark. His eyes were blindfolded, his hands tied. Panic clawed at his chest as he realized he was taken far away.
Dread filled his heart, and the darkness around just intensified it more.
"Hey! I am warning you, ... just let me go. You don’t know who I am!" His voice cracked, desperation breaking through. He waited for someone to respond, however, no response ever came to his words. It was like there was no one to hear him.
Pulling on his arms, he tried to break free. But the ties were just as stubborn as the people around him. It wouldn’t loosen.

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