Grove Street
Night cloaks Grove Street in darkness. Rain falls steady, washing away the blood but never the pain.
Domini and Hristo stand on opposite sides of a shattered intersection the heart of Grove Street. Their gang, the *More Than Brothers*, are lined up behind them, faces hard with determination.
Across the street, the loyal Grove defenders hold their ground, weapons ready, eyes burning with defiance.
Domini looks to Hristo.
โThis is it,โ he says, voice low but steady.
โTonight, we either own this streetโฆ or we lose everything.โ
Hristo cracks a fierce grin.
โGrove Streetโs never seen what we bring. They wonโt stand a chance.โ
A tense beat. Then, the signal.
The two forces charge a brutal clash of fists, guns, and wills. Fire illuminates the night as the battle rages block by block.
Domini fights with cold precision, protecting his brothers and the strategy they crafted. Hristo fights like a storm, raw and unforgiving, breaking enemies with every strike.
As dawn breaks, the smoke clears.
The More Than Brothers stand bloodied but unbroken.
Grove Street is theirs.
But at a cost.
Domini looks around the neighborhood battered, the price heavy.
He turns to Hristo.
โCan we hold it? Or did we just start a war we canโt finish?โ
Hristo nods, grim.
โWe do what brothers do. We fight. Together.โ
Can they take Grove Street?
Yes.
But the real battle holding it has only just begun.
More Than Brothers