The school bully attacks a black girl… without knowing who is her father…

Because if he did, it would only prove her right. Instead, he turned on his heel and stormed off, shoving past students as he went. But Maya knew that no matter how far he ran, he couldn’t escape this.

His kingdom had fallen, and there was no rebuilding it. That afternoon, as she walked out of school, she found Vin Diesel leaning against his charger, waiting. He wore his usual calm expression, but there was something else in his eyes.

Something proud. She slid into the passenger seat, exhaling slowly. Vin didn’t start the engine right away.

He just looked at her. It’s done, huh? Maya nodded. It’s done.

Vin studied her for a moment, then smirked. You didn’t even have to throw a punch. Maya smiled, resting her head back against the seat.

Didn’t need to. He chuckled, finally turning the key in the ignition. The charger rumbled to life as they pulled away from the school.

So what now? Maya thought about it, thought about the past few weeks, about everything that had led up to this moment, thought about how much had changed, not just with Bryce, but with herself. She turned to Vin, a small grin playing on her lips. Now, I finally get to enjoy high school.

Vin laughed, shaking his head. That’s my girl. And as they sped down the road, the weight that had been pressing on Maya’s chest for so long finally lifted.

She had won. Not by being louder or stronger or more ruthless, but by being smarter, by being patient, by letting the truth do all the work for her. And as for Bryce Carter, he was just another cautionary tale, a reminder that power built on fear never lasts, and that sometimes, the quiet ones are the ones you should fear the most.