Reclaiming What Was Stolen
“Ek belowe, dit was nie ek nie, baas!”
“I promise it wasn’t me, boss!”
Cape Town is a city of contradictions. They say it has four seasons in a day one moment, the sun is shining, and the next, the sky darkens, the wind howls, and rain pours as if the heavens themselves are furious.
Marcus sat on a worn-out wooden chair, his hands trembling, his heart pounding. His worst fear had come true. Now, he was on his knees, surrounded by a gang of tattooed men, their eyes cold, their bodies marked with the scars of a violent life.
There is a rule when joining the 26s an initiation that stains your soul. Once you enter, you must do something that will haunt you, robbing you of sleep. If you still have a conscience, it will carve itself deep into your mind.
Outside, lightning slashed across the sky, followed by the deep growl of thunder. The storm raged as if mirroring the chaos inside. The air was thick with tension, swallowing any last hope of mercy.
