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Author: Evve
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-29 00:11:13

"No!"

Drakon leaves his feet. He’s a blur of black leather and desperation, launching himself through the air to cover the grenade spinning on the metal desk. He is trying to absorb the blast. He is trying to die so I can live.

I scream, reaching for him, but I’m frozen behind the heavy steel of the desk.

The grenade spins. One second. Two.

A hand sweeps down.

Eleni.

She doesn't flinch. She moves with the terrifying speed of a viper. She reaches past Drakon’s outstretched hands and snatches the
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  • Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend   106

    "Through me?" Zara laughs. It’s a brittle sound that bounces off the concrete pillars of the garage.She jingles the keys, standing hip-cocked in front of the wall of Reapers. The "Property of Kyros" patch on her chest gleams under the fluorescent lights."You can't shoot your way out of this one, Drakon," she says. "There are twenty guns behind me. You have one clip."Drakon doesn't lower his weapon. He aims it dead center at her chest."Move, Zara," he growls. "Or I'll put a hole in the new leather.""I'm not here to fight," she says, holding up a hand. The Reapers behind her lower their rifles slightly—a coordinated move. "I'm the messenger.""Since when do Reapers send messengers?" I ask, clutching the towel around my chest. "They send bullets.""Kyros wants a summit," Zara says. "Tonight. At the docks. Pier 4. The same place you stole the guns.""A summit?" Drakon scoffs. "He tried to blow me up an hour ago. He sent a drone to my bedroom.""He wanted to soften you up," Zara shrug

  • Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend   105

    TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT.The bathroom tiles explode.Shards of ceramic and drywall spray over us like shrapnel. Drakon covers my body with his own, his heavy frame a shield against the hail of bullets punching through the wall."Stay down!" he roars, his voice barely audible over the mechanical whir of the drone outside.The mirror shatters, raining glass into the sink. The noise is deafening—a continuous, ripping sound that tears the air apart."We can't stay here!" I scream, pressing my face into the wet bathmat. "It's cutting through the wall!""Hallway," Drakon barks.He rolls off me. He grabs a towel from the rack—miraculously intact—and throws it at me. He wraps another around his waist."Move!"He kicks the bathroom door open.We scramble out. We don't stand up. We crawl. We lizard-crawl across the bedroom floor, dragging ourselves through the sea of broken glass that used to be the window.The drone adjusts. The red laser dot sweeps across the bed, hunting.TAT-TAT-TAT.The mattress e

  • Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend   104

    The elevator doors slide open with a soft, expensive ding.Drakon steps out first, his gun drawn. He sweeps the hallway—marble floors, modern art, silence."Clear," he rasps.His voice sounds like it’s been dragged over broken glass.We are in a penthouse. Fifty stories up. The city spreads out below us, a grid of amber lights and darkness. It belongs to Silas, the lawyer. A safe house for high-end clients who need to disappear.It’s sterile. Cold. It smells of lemon cleaner and nothing.Drakon walks to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. He doesn't look at the view. He looks at the reflection of the room behind him. He’s vibrating.He’s still wearing his cut. It’s stiff with Markos’s blood. His hands are stained rust-red.He paces.Ten steps to the kitchen island. Turn. Ten steps to the window. Turn.He’s a ghost haunting a glass cage."Drakon," I whisper.He doesn't hear me. He’s back in the trauma room. He’s watching the monitor flatline."He was just a kid," Drakon mutters. He s

  • Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend   103

    "They have him."Leon’s words hang in the sterile air of the recovery room, heavy as lead.Before Drakon can speak, before the horror can fully register in his eyes, a sound tears through the night outside.SCREEECH.Tires lock up on asphalt. An engine roars and then dies with a shuddering cough right outside the clinic doors."The bay," Drakon rasps.He moves. He doesn't run; he explodes toward the door, shoving Leon aside.I slide off the bed. My legs are weak, my head swims, but I follow. I have to."Thalia, stay back!" Leon shouts, chasing Drakon.I ignore him. I grab the doorframe for support and push myself into the hallway.The double doors of the emergency bay burst open.The cold night air rushes in, carrying the smell of diesel exhaust and something sharper. Copper.A gray van is parked haphazardly in the ambulance lane, its side door sliding open with a rusted groan.Two men—nomads I don't know—jump out. Their clothes are dark, soaked.They reach into the back. They pull a

  • Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend   102

    The door handle turns.I mute the TV. On the screen, the fire in the industrial district is still raging, painting the night sky in angry strokes of orange and black.The heavy chair Leon dragged in front of the door scrapes against the linoleum."Clear," Leon’s voice rumbles from the hallway.The door swings open.Drakon steps inside.He brings the smell of the war with him—acrid smoke, burnt rubber, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. His leather cut is streaked with soot. His knuckles are raw. He looks like a demon who just crawled out of a blast furnace.He kicks the door shut. He throws the deadbolt. Click. Thud.He turns to me.His chest heaves. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide by a cocktail of violence and victory. He scans the room, checking the corners, checking the window, checking me."You're safe," he breathes."I watched it," I say, nodding at the TV. "The news said it's a disaster.""It's a statement."He walks to the bed. He pulls off his gloves, tossing them onto

  • Pregnant by My Dead Husband's Best Friend   101

    The air in the clinic room shifts.It snaps tight, like a rubber band pulled to its breaking point.Drakon stands by the door. The grief is gone. The relief is gone. He is a statue carved from granite and hate."Leon," he barks."President," Leon responds instantly."The list," Drakon says. He racks the slide of his Glock. Click-clack. "I want every Reaper business on it. The chop shops. The stash houses. The bars on 5th and Main.""We have the locations from the ledger Thalia grabbed," Leon says, pulling his phone. "But we don't have the numbers to hit them all.""We don't need numbers," Drakon snarls. "We need gasoline."He turns to Markos. The kid is still grinning about the paternity test, but the smile dies when he sees Drakon’s face."Markos," Drakon says. "Get the road crew. Whatever is left of the nomads. Tell them it’s open season. No tags. No colors. We go in black.""We burning them out?" Markos asks."We are liquidating the assets," Drakon says. "If it has a Reaper skull o

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