The Wolf of Los Angeles

Chapter 50: Save Me!

14th Street, West Los Angeles.

A silver Mondeo rolled to a stop along the curb. Nearby, Jacqueline stepped out of a red BMW, briskly walking to the passenger side of the Mondeo. She knocked on the window, opened the door, and got in.

Hawk glanced at the clock. "You’re early?"

"You’re paying generously," Jacqueline quipped. She had attended the training in the park and continued, "It’s not much work, and it’s easy. Of course, I’m motivated."

Hawk gestured to 14th Street ahead. "In a bit, you’ll walk south along this road. When you’re robbed, make sure you look panicked."

Jacqueline smirked. "I got mugged more than once as a kid. I know what it feels like."

"Then channel that memory," Hawk said.

Jacqueline’s smile faded. "It’s a terrible feeling."

Just then, Edward called. Hawk had Jacqueline return to her car, drove a short distance ahead, and parked next to an old van. Opening its side door, he climbed in.

Inside, Edward had gathered his three "specialists."

All three had rough, villainous appearances—perfectly cast for the role of street thugs. Hawk thought they could walk onto the Pirates of the Caribbean set as extras without needing makeup.

The largest of the three raised a hand. "So, about hitting him—how hard can we go?"

"Just like we practiced," Hawk replied. "A few punches to the face and other visible areas. Nothing that requires him to strip to show the injuries."

The second thug asked, "Can we get arrested for this?"

Hawk frowned. "Why would you want to get arrested?"

The third chimed in, "It’s better than being homeless."

Hawk turned to Edward, who quickly reassured them, "Don’t worry. You’ll get priority treatment at the shelter after this."

The second thug grinned. "Relax, boss. This is just a fake robbery. No problem for us."

The largest thug agreed. "Robbery’s in our blood."

Hawk handed the second thug a bright red jacket. "Make sure you wear this. It’s important."

The man donned the jacket immediately.

Hawk pointed to an alley on the sidewalk. "Go wait over there. She’ll be along shortly."

The three exited the van and moved into position. Hawk had Edward drive toward Dwayne Johnson’s location.

After confirming the absence of paparazzi, Hawk joined Dwayne in his car. The actor, dressed casually, greeted him. "Everything set?"

"It’s ready. You might take a few hits, though—it adds to the authenticity," Hawk replied.

Dani, who was driving, nodded in agreement. "Makes him more relatable."

Caroline, in the back seat, added, "He gets hit during filming anyway, and it’s always in the contract."

"Getting hit in real life will only enhance your tough guy image," Hawk said, shifting his gaze to Dwayne.

The actor smiled nervously. "Fine. Just not too hard."

"They’re professionals," Hawk assured him, holding up his phone. "When I call, drive up." He emphasized, "The target is a blonde girl in a white dress. One of the robbers will be wearing a red jacket."

Dwayne nodded. "Got it."

As Hawk left, Caroline grabbed his arm. "Wait a second."

Hawk turned back. "What is it, Miss Baa-Baa?"

"The photos you took last time—delete them," she demanded.

"I wasn’t taking photos of you, just the wall," Hawk said, walking off before she could reply.

Caroline gave him the double bird behind his back. "If I get the chance, I’ll ruin you!"

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Back in the old van, Hawk put on a headset to monitor calls while Edward turned the van around. Hawk watched as Jacqueline emerged from a rental shop and began walking south along the sidewalk.

At the alley, the three thugs waited like wolves eyeing their prey.

Everything was proceeding smoothly. Jacqueline walked past the alley, clutching her purse. The thugs trailed behind her, with the smallest lunging forward to snatch her bag.

Jacqueline screamed and clung to her purse. "Help! Help! Someone help me!"

Hawk, filming from a distance, sprinted toward the scene, capturing the tussle on his camcorder. The audio recorded his heavy breathing and the sound of his footsteps, enhancing the realism of the event.

The largest thug entered the frame and shoved Jacqueline to the ground, while the second thug brandished a prop knife. "Drop the bag if you don’t want to die!"

At that moment, Dani’s car screeched to a halt nearby.

"Let go of her!" Dwayne leapt out of the car and charged, delivering a powerful kick that sent the second thug sprawling. The knife flew from his hand.

He then grappled with the other two thugs. Despite taking a couple of punches from the largest one, Dwayne managed to flip the smallest thug over his shoulder in a dramatic takedown.

Jacqueline used the distraction to retrieve her purse, letting out a piercing scream as she scrambled to her feet.

Dwayne shoved the largest thug aside and landed a solid punch, sending the man sprawling to the ground. Groaning and winded, the thug couldn’t get up.

Dani, still in the car, shouted, "I’ve called the cops!"

The remaining two thugs hoisted their fallen comrade and fled.

Leaning against a lamppost to catch his breath, Dwayne asked Jacqueline, "Are you okay? Should I call the police?"

Jacqueline shook her head. "No, I’m fine. Thank you so much!"

Dwayne asked a few more questions before Jacqueline, flustered and grateful, walked away.

Hawk stopped recording and immediately called Dani. After a brief conversation, Dani signaled to Dwayne, who got back into the car. They drove off as if nothing had happened.

Returning to the scene, Hawk noticed the prop knife left behind by the thugs. He quickly retrieved it—it had a deposit, after all.

Satisfied everything was in order, Hawk returned to his car and called Erica Ferguson. "We’re done filming."

"That was fast," Erica said.

"Everything went smoothly. You can resume patrols," Hawk replied.

"Alright," Erica said before hanging up.

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Later, Hawk met Jacqueline outside a mall and handed her the remaining $300 of her payment.

Jacqueline beamed. "Call me for gigs like this anytime!"

Hawk smiled. "You weren’t hurt too bad, were you?"

"Not at all," she said cheerfully. "Falling down beats, you know, other stuff."

"Be ready for follow-up work. I’ll call you," Hawk said before driving off.

Jacqueline returned to her car, a wild idea forming in her mind. Maybe I have acting talent. Plenty of actresses aren’t better than me.

The thought was fleeting, though, as she decided to ask Hawk for advice later.

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