Ethan Storm’s Dark Awakening novel Chapter 3

Knox Wilder stormed in, flanked by four thugs in leather jackets, tattoos snaking up their arms, and brass knuckles already in place. Knox himself looked nothing like his drunk little brother—he was a wall of muscle in a tailored vest, black gloves on both hands, and cold fury in his eyes.

“You the one who laid hands on my brother?” Knox growled, scanning the room until his eyes locked on Ethan.

“I did,” Ethan said simply.

Knox’s lip curled. “Big mistake. Teach him a lesson.”

The four men surged forward.

Alice jolted upright. “Ethan—”

“Stay back,” Ethan said without turning around.

The first man threw a punch. Ethan ducked, jabbed him in the ribs, and elbowed his jaw. The man crumpled.

The second lunged. Ethan sidestepped and grabbed the man’s jacket, using his momentum to flip him over the table. Glass shattered.

The third and fourth came together. Ethan met them halfway, landing a spinning kick on one and grabbing the other’s arm mid-swing. He twisted and dropped him to the ground with a satisfying crack.

In less than thirty seconds, the bar floor was littered with yelling bodies.

Knox took a cautious step back, momentarily stunned by the carnage around him. His men—all four of them—were sprawled across the bar floor, clutching broken ribs, noses, or pride.

With a sudden roar, Knox charged—fast for a man his size. His gloved fist swung like a wrecking ball toward Ethan’s face.

Ethan stepped back just in time, the punch grazing his shoulder. He responded with a quick jab to Knox’s ribs, then another to his jaw. Knox grunted but didn’t fall.

“You’ll have to do better than that,” Knox spat, and swung again, this time with a right hook.

Ethan ducked low, came up beneath Knox’s arm, and drove a brutal uppercut into his gut. Knox stumbled, gasping for air. Ethan didn’t stop. He pressed forward, landing three sharp punches—one to the jaw, one to the temple, and the last to the sternum.

Knox crashed into the booth with a grunt, knees buckling. He dropped to the floor, one knee down, wheezing and dazed. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ethan’s voice was calm. “Still think I made a mistake?”

Knox clenched his fists. “You’re dead, man. My boss—Savage Wolf—he’ll put a price on your head.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes, a strange glint flickering in their depths. “You work for Savage Wolf?”

Knox’s lips curled into an arrogant smirk. “What, getting scared now? Our boss has connections everywhere—even with Nova Corporation. You’ve messed with the wrong people this time. If you’re smart, you’ll get on your knees and apologize… and hand that woman behind you over to me and my brother—”

Before he could finish, Ethan let out a cold, humorless chuckle. His hand shot forward, clamping down hard on Knox’s jaw, fingers digging in to shut him up mid-sentence.

“Enough. Call your boss. Now.”

Knox’s bravado faltered as his eyes widened in disbelief. He stared at Ethan like he was insane. “W-What?” he stammered. “You want me to call Savage Wolf?”

Savage Wolf wasn’t just some petty gang leader or the leader of the Ruthless Fang gang—he was a name whispered in fear through every back alley in the city.

A ruthless kingpin with a reputation for turning disobedient underlings into examples—publicly.

No one really knew his real name. Some said he used to be a soldier, others swore he came from a crime family overseas.

What everyone did know was that Savage Wolf ran an underground empire with an iron fist— weapons, extortion, you name it. He’d clawed his way to the top by eliminating every threat without mercy.

The wolf tattoo stretched across his back wasn’t just for show—it was the last thing many of his victims ever saw.

And Ethan… this man didn’t even flinch.

Knox gulped hard. His voice cracked despite himself. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you—you’re gonna regret this.”

But Ethan’s expression didn’t change. He stared at Knox like he was nothing but a bug under his boot.

“Then make the call, put it on speaker,” Ethan repeated darkly. “Let’s see what your wolf does… when he realizes he just picked a fight with the wrong beast.”

Hands trembling, Knox pulled out his phone and hit a contact.

It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. “Yeah?”

“Boss, it’s Knox,” he stammered. “We’ve got a situation. Some guy took out the crew—he assaulted my brother, wrecked the bar… says he’s not afraid of you.”

A pause.

Then Savage Wolf’s voice roared, “WHO?! Who thinks they can mess with my name?! I’ll—”

Ethan leaned close to the speaker. “And how exactly will you make me pay?”

Dead silence.

Then Ethan’s phone buzzed.

He ignored it.

It buzzed again. He glanced at the caller ID.

Sierra.

The name slapped the haze from his mind. He answered.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sierra hissed on the line. “Picking fights, using my name to intimidate gangsters, and seducing women in public like a soap opera villain? You’ve lost your mind!”

“What are you talking about?” Ethan frowned, not understanding what kind of nonsense Sierra was going on about this time.

“My friend saw you making a scene at a bar and even getting into trouble with Savage Wolf. Is it true?” Sierra shouted.

“What does that have to do with you?” Ethan was speechless. They were already divorced, so why was Sierra still acting crazy?

“What does it have to do with me? If you hadn’t mentioned my name, do you think Savage Wolf would have let you off so easily? You promised me you wouldn’t go around telling people about our relationship!” Sierra roared, furious. She was about to lose it—he had just gotten divorced and already went to a bar with another woman, and now he even used her name to scare off a mafia thug?

Ethan was so amused by Sierra’s shamelessness that he laughed in disbelief. He said coldly, “Come on, Sierra, stop thinking you’re that important. Do you really believe dropping your name would make Savage Wolf back down? I don’t know if you’re crazy or I am. Maybe go get yourself checked into a mental hospital and stop losing your mind.”

He sat still, breathing hard, staring at his phone.

Ethan turned off his phone and tossed it aside.

Alice looked at him curiously. “Was it Sierra?”

Ethan nodded. The call had calmed him down a bit. He quietly stood up and straightened his clothes.

“I’m leaving. Get some rest,” he said calmly.

“But…” Alice didn’t want him to go. The more time she spent with Ethan, the more she felt drawn to him—there was something magnetic about him.

“Alice… you’re drunk. Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” Ethan said as he rubbed his face, then opened the door and walked out.

Alice sat on the bed in disappointment and flopped down in frustration.

“I’m not drunk! It’s all Sierra’s fault…” she muttered.