celin the gangster

The streets of San-Jamb City were under new rule.

On one side of the city stood Jack, the son of the infamous Fedrick. On the other stood Melin, known now as King M, leader of the Ballas and heir to the Red Cult throne.

Together, they ruled like kings—feared, respected, and untouchable.

Melin wore gold chains, designer suits, and commanded soldiers with a single word. The pain of his past was buried deep beneath luxury, power, and the poison Fedrick had planted in his mind.

But the human heart… never forgets forever.

Whispers of the Past

One quiet night, after a street celebration in their honor, Melin sat alone in his private penthouse, staring out across the lights of San-Jamb. The moon reflected in his drink. Music echoed below. Jack was off handling new "recruits."

Melin rubbed his forehead. A headache throbbed behind his eyes.

Suddenly… it hit.

A flash.

His mother's smile. His father's voice. Celin calling his name.

His hand trembled.

> "No…" he whispered.

He saw the alley. He saw Fedrick.

He saw the blood.

> "I… I had a family…"

The drugs that once controlled him were fading. His body had started resisting them over time. And now the truth scratched at the back of his mind like a wolf behind a locked door.

> "What happened to me?"

Still a King

But even with his memories returning, Melin knew one truth:

> He couldn't leave the Red Cult.

Not now.

Not when he sat on the throne. Not when power flowed through his hands like fire. Not when thousands of gang members followed his command without question.

> "I have everything I ever wanted… except the truth," he said bitterly.

He laughed, bitter and hollow, as tears welled in his eyes.

> "And I can't even ask anyone."

Fedrick had vanished after promoting him. Jack—his closest ally—still believed Melin was just another angry orphan turned gangster.

So Melin stayed silent.

He ruled.

He smiled.

He played the role.

But inside, he was breaking.

Meanwhile…

In San Track, Kelin monitored San-Jamb's network activity, carefully avoiding any exposure. He had hacked into traffic cameras, encrypted messages, and low-level Red Cult files.

He saw Melin—alive.

But what he also saw shattered him:

> Melin wasn't just alive. He was leading the Red Cult. He had become a Ballas king.

Kelin stood frozen, staring at the screen.

His hands shook.

> "They turned him into one of them…"

But Kelin made a decision: he wouldn't tell Celin.

Not yet.

Celin was still inside prison, training, planning, and surviving. If he found out the truth now—that the brother he loved was ruling beside the enemy who killed their family—it might destroy him.

So Kelin kept the secret buried.

> "When the time is right," he whispered, "he'll know. But not now."

He sent another coded message to the prison:

> "Stay strong, brother. Your freedom is close."

To Be Continued...