Revenge

Nick met with his closest friends, Satino and Shaco, and asked for their help in tracking down the doctor who had performed Sara's cesarean—and killed one of their babies.

The hatred was consuming him, growing faster than he could control. Though filled with fury, something about being in the old place where he had grown up with his loyal friends gave him a moment of calm. He told them everything. And without hesitation, they agreed to help.

They followed the address Nick had obtained. The plan was laid out with precision. Together, they arrived at the luxurious mansion of the murderous doctor.

Gay and his two brothers joined them at the rendezvous. The six men entered the estate like the experts they were.

They located the servants and ordered them to leave. The loyal butler was locked away.

Meanwhile, Nick confronted the doctor directly—tied to his own bed, surrounded by the others.

—"Do you know who I am?" Nick asked coldly. "Do you remember me… doctor?"

—"You… bastard… What the hell are you doing in my house?! Untie me!"

—"You killed my daughter! An innocent baby girl!"

—"It was an order. And I'd do it again gladly, you pathetic fool. Your girl talked—bad decision."

Nick poured gasoline over the man, watching him begin to panic. As Nick lit the flame of the lighter, the doctor began to howl in desperation.

—"I'm a father… and I will carry this pain forever. But you… you'll die as the murderer you are."

—"No! Wait! I didn't kill your daughter! She's alive! Your baby is alive!"

Nick froze, shocked by the sudden confession.

—"What?"

—"Your daughter is alive! Untie me, and I'll tell you where she is."

—"You're lying."

Seeing Nick ready to burn him alive, the doctor screamed:

—"It's true! The man who worked as a servant in your house—the one who beat your girl—he has her!"

—"Why?!"

—"It was the agency's order—to punish that 'imperfect girl.' They gave the baby to one of their cruelest members. She's being kept as a slave. I swear it!"

—"Where is she, damn it?! Where?!"

—"Untie me first!"

—"No. Tell me now, or I'll kill you."

The doctor gave the address.

Nick didn't hesitate. He lit the fire.

He and his friends burned the doctor and the mansion, erasing all traces of their presence.

Then they headed straight to the house of the depraved servant.

Inside, they heard the baby crying.

Nick's heart raced. He ran through the house until he found his baby girl—naked, lying in a bassinet in the center of a small fire pit. The servant sat nearby, drinking beer and laughing maniacally.

—"Filthy little freak. You'll burn slowly, but you won't die. Disgusting creature!"

Nick rushed in, snatched his daughter from the fire, and wrapped her in his jacket. The baby calmed immediately, sensing the warmth and safety of her father.

His friends restrained the madman.

—"Tie him up. Burn everything. Including him," Nick ordered coldly.

—"What the hell are you doing here?"

—"I came to save my daughter… and to erase scum like you from this world."

—"You think you'll get away with this? The agency will tear you apart."

—"Maybe. But I'll drag them to hell with me."

They left the burning house. In the distance, the screams of the servant echoed through the night as the flames consumed him.

Nick held his baby girl tightly, smiling with pure, savage satisfaction.

They disappeared into the cold darkness, each man heading his own way, as they always did after finishing a job.

Nick returned home and showed his father the baby girl he had just saved.

Mr. Archer took her into his arms, overwhelmed with emotion. After a moment, he handed her back and picked up the phone. He knew exactly who to call to ensure the agency would never come near his grandchildren again.

Meanwhile, Nick carried his daughter into the nursery, where her twin brother, Anthony, was sound asleep.

He called the family doctor immediately. He needed to be sure his daughter was healthy.

While Mr. Archer handled the legal matters, Nick stood beside both cribs.

"Sara, my love… tomorrow, you'll know the truth. Our daughter is alive."

His phone rang. It was Adam, his friend and Sara's caretaker at the psychiatric hospital.

The usual check-in.

—"She's doing better than yesterday, Nick."

—"Thank you, Adam. That's wonderful news."

—"Will you propose to her then?"

—"Yes. I will, my friend."

After the call, Nick felt something inside him begin to shift. Finally… things were moving forward.

But deep down, he knew:

The agency was still out there.

Still watching.

Still dangerous.