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CHAPTER TWENTY - DOMINANT BLOOD OF THE BASTARD

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DOMINANT BLOOD

The table shook when Lucia slammed her palm against it.

“Say it again.”

The messenger swallowed, blood still drying on his sleeve. “They hit the convoy before dawn. Near the docks. No attempt to steal. They burned the trucks and left the gold untouched.”

Silence swallowed the room.

Enzo leaned forward slowly. “How many?”

“Six dead. Two alive. Barely.”

Lucia did not blink. “Who?”

“They wore no colors,” the messenger said. “But they wanted us to know it was deliberate.”

Vanguard laughed softly from the corner.

“That’s respect,” he said. “They would not test us if they didn’t fear us.”

Lucia turned her head. “They attacked what carries my name.”

Vanguard stepped closer. “And now they want to see how you answer.”

Enzo cut in sharply. “They want to see blood.”

“Exactly,” Vanguard replied. “And we will give it.”

Lucia crossed her arms. “You’re too eager.”

“And you’re hesitating,” Vanguard said calmly. “That is worse.”

Lucia’s jaw tightened. “Choose your next words carefully.
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