Dreams Do Come True PART 1

The Smoldering Embers of Revenge

Malik's heart burned with the flames of betrayal as he watched Shawn from the shadows, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance. It had been years since Shawn had betrayed him by sleeping with his girlfriend, but the wounds still festered, raw and unhealed.

From his home in California, Malik had plotted his revenge, biding his time until the moment was right to strike. And now, as he stood in the dark alley, his eyes fixed on Shawn's unsuspecting form, he knew that the time had finally come.

With each passing day, Malik had ingratiated himself into Shawn's inner circle, playing the part of the loyal friend while secretly nursing his hatred and contempt. He had watched and waited, gathering information, biding his time until the opportunity presented itself.

And now, as he prepared to enact his plan, Malik felt a sense of grim satisfaction wash over him. He had spent years honing his skills, mastering the art of deception and manipulation, all in service of his singular goal—to make Shawn pay for his betrayal, with his life.

As Shawn walked down the deserted street, oblivious to the danger that lurked in the shadows, Malik made his move, stepping out from his hiding place with a gun in hand.

"Surprise, motherfucker," he growled, his voice cold and menacing as he leveled the gun at Shawn's chest. "You thought you could betray me and get away with it? Not a chance."

Shawn's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he stared down the barrel of Malik's gun, the realization of what was happening dawning on him too late. "Malik, wait," he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear. "Please, let's talk about this. We can work something out."

But Malik's heart was cold and unforgiving, his mind consumed by thoughts of retribution. "It's too late for that," he spat, his finger tightening on the trigger. "You took everything from me, Shawn—my girlfriend, my pride, my dignity. Now it's time for you to pay the price."

And with that, Malik pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the night as Shawn's lifeless body crumpled to the ground. As Malik stood over him, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over him, his thirst for revenge finally sated.

But even as he watched the life drain from Shawn's eyes, Malik knew that his journey was far from over. There were still debts to be paid, scores to be settled. And as he disappeared into the night, leaving behind the smoldering embers of his vengeance, he knew that he would stop at nothing to achieve his ultimate goal—to make those who had wronged him suffer, just as he had suffered.    TO BE Continued .........