Sunday morning. 9:42 a.m.
Marcin sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, screen cracked from last night.
The video was gone, deleted. Multiple times.
But the image stayed.
The word on her ass.
His mother's voice.
Happy.
He hadn't slept.
His mother walked past his door.
Dressed nice. Hair down. Small bag over her shoulder.
She paused.
Looked in.
"Morning."
He didn't answer.
She smiled soft, distant.
"I'm going out. Won't be back till late."
He nodded.
She left.
Door closed.
Marcin stared at the wall.
No anger left.
Just emptiness.
He texted his crew.
Me: Don't do anything. It's over.
One replied.
Bro what? We can still—
Me: I said over.
He blocked them.
Threw the phone on the floor.
Lay back.
Stared at the ceiling.
The fight was over.
He lost.
Alex hadn't even needed to hit him.
Just show him.
And that was enough.
In the Thorn Publishing office, Alex sat alone.
Checked the dashboard.
Latest chapter stats: engagement up 6%. Power stones steady.
