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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE FIRE THAT CHOSE US
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Trigger Me Gently CHAPTER FORTY THREE: THE DEVIL’S HAND
“Still bleeding for ghosts, Lucien?”The voice slid through the smoke like oil. Low. Mocking. Familiar enough to split the air in Solene’s chest.She froze. The barrel of her gun dipped an inch. For the first time in hours, her lungs forgot how to breathe.Lucien reacted faster, weapon up, stance solid, a predator caught mid-strike. His jaw clenched as if he’d seen the specter in his worst nightmares crawl into the room.From the haze stepped Rafael Vairo.Alive. Whole. Smiling like the devil had handed him the script.“Impossible,” Solene whispered, barely audible, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.Lucien didn’t whisper. His rage cut through the silence like a blade.“You’re dead.” His finger twitched on the trigger. “I buried you myself.”Rafael laughed softly, as though the absurdity of the statement was entertainment. His suit, charcoal black, wasn’t even wrinkled. Not a scar. Not a shadow of death. Only eyes that burned with too much knowledge, too much power.“Correction
Trigger Me Gently CHAPTER FORTY TWO: THE FIRE WITHIN
“Move!” Lucien barked, shoving Solene toward the dripping corridor as the sirens wailed overhead.Her blade was still in her hand. Her knuckles white. Her mind was nowhere near the door.“He knew my name before I said it,” she whispered. “He knew ”“Forget him.” Lucien grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes on him. Water streaked down his face, his jaw locked. “He is a smoke. You’re real. Don’t let him crawl inside your head.”She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to. But Rafael’s laugh still echoed in her bones.Boots thundered down the hall. Armed men. Angelo’s.Lucien spun, gun snapping up. “We fight our way out.”“Three squads at least,” Solene muttered, listening to the echoes. Her hand flexed on her knife. “They’ll try to split us.”“Then stay on me,” Lucien said.The first wave hit black suits, rifles raised. Lucien fired without hesitation, each shot precise, each body falling in a spray of red. Solene lunged into the chaos, her blade flashing, cutting through arteries and th
Trigger Me Gently CHAPTER 41: BLOOD REMEMBERS
“Say it,” Rafael murmured, his eyes glittering like broken glass in the low light.Solene stood in the doorway, heart slamming against her ribs. “Say what?”“That you feel it.” His smile was slow, deliberate. “The blood. The tether. That no matter how many names you’ve stolen, you were always mine first.”Her blade was already in her hand. The distance between them twelve steps felt both too close and endless.“You’re not my father.” The words scraped out of her throat, raw, almost a growl.Rafael tilted his head, like a priest listening to a stubborn sinner. “And yet you wear my scars. You breathe because I let you.”“You’re dead.”He laughed deep, echoing the sound of a man who’d buried truth long before he buried his own name. “No, little flame. I just learned how to make dying useful.”Behind her, the hallway rattled. Lucien’s voice thundered through it:“Solene!”She turned instinct, hope, weakness. But that second was enough.Rafael was in front of her, hand closing around her w
Trigger Me Gently CHAPTER FORTY: GHOSTS DON’T BLEED
“Lucien.”Her whisper wasn’t fear, it was warning.The safehouse walls rattled as the laugh echoed again, distant yet close enough to slice under her skin. Lucien’s gun tracked the dark, his finger steady on the trigger.“Stay behind me,” he muttered.Solene smirked bitterly. “You really think that works anymore?”Before he could answer, glass shattered above them. A single red flare arced into the night, burning against the sky like a signal fire.Lucien cursed. “They’ve flushed us.”From the shadows at the far end of the room, a child’s silhouette appeared. Small. Still. Watching.“Mother,” he said softly.Solene’s breath caught, not from belief, but from the pull of memory the word that never should have belonged to her.Lucien aimed without hesitation. “One more step, and you stop breathing.”The boy smiled. “You’ll have to kill me in front of her. Can you do that?”It wasn’t the words that chilled Solene. It was the cadence. It wasn’t a child’s voice. It was borrowed, rehearsed,
Trigger Me Gently CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE FIRE THAT CHOSE US
“Go!” Mother’s voice cracked through the roar of the flames.But Solene didn’t move. She couldn’t.The boy’s knife pressed against her ribs, the blade trembling as if caught between hesitation and fury. His eyes, lit by the inferno swallowing Angelo’s compound, weren’t the eyes of a child anymore. They were old. Broken. Familiar.Lucien’s gun was still aimed at Rafael. He didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. The world could be burning down around them and it was but his attention locked onto the brother who should’ve been six feet under.“Choose,” Rafael said softly. The word slithered through the fire like smoke. “Save the man who cages you, or save the boy who is you.”The soldiers were dead. The air was thick with blood and gasoline. The ceiling moaned as wood snapped overhead.Lucien’s voice came low, dangerous. “You staged your own death, Rafael. Why?”“Because a throne isn’t inherited. It’s stolen.” Rafael’s smirk twisted. “And you never had the hunger to steal it.”Lucien’s jaw ticked,
Trigger Me Gently CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT: THE BULLET BETWEEN US
BOY: “You’re next.”His hands shot up for her throat.A gunshot cracked before his fingers could touch her skin.Not Lucien’s.Not Solene’s.The boy staggered back, eyes wide, pressing a hand to the crimson blooming under his ribs.He looked down at the wound, then up at the shooter.SOLENE: “…Mother?”Mother lowered her smoking pistol with the same casual grace she might use to put down a glass of wine.MOTHER: “I told you I’d handle him.”LUCIEN: “You could’ve done that ten minutes ago.”MOTHER: “And miss the entertainment?”The boy coughed blood, but instead of falling, he smiled.BOY: “Thank you.”Mother’s brow arched.MOTHER: “For what?”BOY: “For giving me something to remember you by.”He ripped the bullet out of his own flesh metal screeching against bone and flung it at the wall, where it embedded like a thrown knife.Lucien’s grip tightened on his weapon.LUCIEN: “That’s not possible.”SOLENE: “It is. They built him to outlast pain.”The boy took a step forward.BOY: “And no
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