Skylark Soars High

I was chopping onions in the kitchen. The pungent smell made my eyes sting, but the knife in my hand landed firmly on the chopping board, making rhythmic thuds.It had been three years since I last held a bloodied knife. Since being with Jules Gray, the young Don who ruled Las Vuntos, I had restrained myself. I replaced my tactical vest with a silk nightgown. I became just a housewife who made stews in this heavily guarded manor.In the study upstairs, faint arguing could be heard, mixed with the dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the floor.I scooped the onions into the pot. The flames licking the bottom of the pot made a sizzling sound.The stew was ready, so I scooped a bowl of it and walked upstairs.At the end of the corridor, the study door was slightly ajar, and a strong smell of cigar wafted out from the crack."Jules! Don Gray! You can't just ignore me!" In the video call, Gianna Gray was crying heart-wrenchingly, "Samuel Robinson captured me! I just accidentally bump

Samuel stared at Jules with a sinister look. "Don't think I don't know. This woman is incredibly skilled. If she fights back, my old bones won't be able to take it." "What do you want to do?" Jules asked. Samuel kicked the toolbox beside him and kicked out a heavy iron hammer from it. "Cripple her." Samuel pointed at my right hand. "That's the hand she handles guns with. I want you to smash her bones with your own hands. Make her unable to hold a gun for the rest of her life. Only then can I accept this 'apology.'"The air froze. Gianna hid in the corner, trembling as she stuck her head out and looked expectantly at Jules. I did not turn around but just stared at the gleaming dagger on the table. "Skylar." Jules' voice came from above my head, carrying a complexity of emotions that I did not understand. "Don't be afraid." He bent over and whispered in my ear. His warm breath was on my earlobe, but it made me feel bone-chillingly cold. "Members of Samuel's family like sad

Three years had passed, and the landscape of the underworld in the Amorias had changed.The Gray family was on the decline. The once powerful Gray family, who could make the entire Las Vuntos tremble with just a flick of a finger, now seemed like an old, sluggish lion.Ever since Jules ruined Night Owl, the family's sharpest weapon, for Gianna, no one in the Gray family had been able to take the head of an enemy single-handedly like Skylar. Due to that, Jules had to step in himself."Don Gray, the goods in the east district have been stolen again.""Don Gray, the dock in the south has been attacked. The enemy's firepower was too strong, and our people couldn't hold out..."Bad news came one after another.Gianna was getting even worse. She seemed completely oblivious to Jules' inability to cope, still living extravagantly and causing trouble everywhere.Several families were constantly fighting each other. Amidst this chaos, a new mafia organization named Y rose suddenly on th

Jules looked haggard like a ghost, with sunken eyes and disheveled stubble.Seeing Gianna being trampled underfoot, Jules fell to his knees on the ground with a thump. His knees crashed heavily onto the scattered glass all over the floor, and blood instantly stained his pants.Jules crawled toward me on his knees. "Skylar! Let her go! She's my only sister! Please, come at me! Kill me! Don't touch her!"It seemed he had not been doing well over the years. If it were the old him, he would have held a gun to my forehead and threatened me.Now… This scene was familiar. Three years ago, I had once looked at him the same way, expecting him to save me.I tilted my head and gently pressed my mechanical fingers against the trigger. "Jules, I used to dream that you'd plead for me and protect me like this."Jules trembled, unable to speak."But you said it was all for the family."I mimicked his tone from back then, "You said I would understand. It's my honor. You left me here for this lo