บททั้งหมดของ Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

SavannahI hesitated when Tyrant said that. I could see he was just trying to call my bluff, but I didn’t know yet if I could count on that. Jack and his men had been hiding in the dark, and I didn't know for sure if they could show up when I needed them to. Still, I could not let Tyrant smell my fear or reluctance. The darkness pressed down on me, thick and heavy, until I could hardly breathe. My ears strained for any sound, Jack’s voice, footsteps, anything. Instead, I got the scrape of boots across concrete. And then he glanced over my shoulder and spoke, his eyes narrowing as if he was finally realizing the silence in the dark wasn’t empty at all.I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. I knew Jack was there, somewhere in the shadows, with his crew spread out like wolves waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Tyrant tried to cover his hesitation, laughing again, but the sound was thinner now. “You’re bluffing.”I tilted my head. “Am I?”For a moment, the room was dead still. His men s

SavannahThe night air outside the warehouse should have felt like freedom after Tyrant was arrested, but it didn’t. The sirens were fading now, flashing red and blue against the broken walls, and Tyrant was gone, dragged off in cuffs, spitting blood and threats. We should have felt relief. Victory, even.But instead, all I felt was this gnawing pit in my stomach. His words wouldn’t leave my head. “The others are going to come for me. Did you think I was the only one running this city?”Jack stood a few steps ahead of me, talking low into his radio, telling his crew to sweep the area again. His shoulders were tense, his movements sharp, and I could see as well. This wasn’t the body language of a man celebrating a win.I pulled my jacket tighter around me, suddenly aware of how cold it had gotten. The night was quiet now except for the crunch of boots on gravel. Too quiet.“Feels wrong, doesn’t it?” I said, breaking the silence.Jack glanced over his shoulder at me and hesitated for a

SavannahFor days now, the note sat on my nightstand like it was mocking me. Every time I tried to close my eyes, my gaze drifted back to it. I’d already read it a hundred times, and it still made no more sense than it did the first night. My chest tightened as I turned it over in my hands again, fingers tracing the edge of the paper like maybe I’d missed something.I thought about telling Jack. I really did. I almost picked up my phone a dozen times, but every time I stopped myself. Jack would take it too seriously. He’d storm off, drag the mole into another interrogation, or worse, he’d tell me to back out. And deep down, I knew he’d be right. But I couldn’t do it. Not yet.I even thought about telling Leo about Noah. But they’d been through enough because of me already, and the last thing I wanted was to drag them back into this chaos. So I swallowed the lump in my throat, stuffed the note back under a book, and forced myself to smile through the next morning like nothing was wrong

SavannahI sat there with the phone on the counter, my heartbeat loud enough to fill the room. For the first time in weeks, I actually wanted someone to walk through the door and tell me this was all a bad joke. That I could go back to being a normal college student and not the girl a dozen dangerous people wanted to recruit or crush.The more I thought about that woman’s words, the worse it felt. “We want you to oversee Tyrant’s zone.” They didn’t even bother with subtlety. It wasn’t an offer dressed up as a threat. It was both at once. A polite hand wrapped around a chokehold.I paced, and every step replayed the same scenarios in my head. If I said yes, what did that even mean? Wearing some kind of badge that made the dealers keep the peace? Sitting in a posh office while men I’d never met decided who lived and who didn’t? My father’s name on a letterhead and mine dragged through the mud? The thought of Ethan Ford’s face if he ever found out made bile rise in my throat. He’d never

SavannahThe first shot rang out before I even realized what was happening. One second, Luke had Pete backed into a corner, ready to squeeze the truth out of him. Next, the warehouse was exploding with gunfire. Some bullets tore through crates, and the sparks flashed off the metal beams, the air filled with shouting and boots pounding against concrete.“This was a setup,” I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos.Luke reacted faster than my brain could keep up. His gun was already in his hands, his body low, moving like the walls were second nature to him. He fired back in quick bursts, aiming to push the attackers back. The noise was deafening. My ears rang, and my chest thumped like I’d been hit, even though I hadn’t been touched.I dropped behind a crate and clutched my knees, trying to breathe. Pete screamed from somewhere behind me, high and panicked, like a cornered animal.“Stay down!” Luke barked. His voice cracked through the madness like an anchor.And so I hid against the cr