The convoy sped through the dark roads, engines roaring with determination.
Alpha Derrick's eyes were locked on the fleeing car ahead. His mind raced with anticipation.
*Kimberly is inside that car. She has to be.*
The chase continued until the car finally pulled over at an open field near a small wooden lodge.
The headlights illuminated a group of people waiting—a mix of men and women, some holding drinks, others setting up a firepit. Laughter echoed in the night air.
Derrick clenched his jaw. *Why would they bring Kimberly here?*
He turned to his men. "Stay back and observe. Let's see what their next move is."
The group remained silent as they watched the driver step out. Their breaths hitched when he walked toward the trunk and popped it open.
But instead of pulling Kimberly out, he reached for something else.
Crates of alcohol.
One by one, he unloaded bottles of whiskey and beer, handing them over to his friends, who cheered in excitement.
