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In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

De La Cruz had better pray it stayed that way, or she might end up joining her husband in an early grave. The women filed out of the ship in a neat line, their footsteps light and hurried against the wooden ramp. They were quickly escorted to the waiting vehicle. Next, the heavy boxes and trunks filled with cocaine, guns, and gunpowder were carried to the armored trucks, the weight making my men grunt with effort. Suddenly, the loud crack of the gunshot shattered the night like thunder, and chaos erupted in an instant. “What was that?” I asked, instantly tense. “Boss, we are being ambushed!” one of my men yelled.

On her left, Lucas Nightshade exuded youthful bravado, his silver-blue eyes alight with excitement, blade glimmering as he readied himself for the fight ahead. “Secure the cannons!” Amelia barked, her voice rising above the clamor of footsteps and the distant crash of waves. Sailors rushed to obey, loading cannonballs with frantic efficiency, their hands moving swiftly as they prepared to defend their ship against the encroaching threat. Amidst the rush, she could hear the crackling of gunpowder and the clanging of metal, an exhilarating symphony that filled her with purpose.

A New Enemy Emerges Suddenly— Through the storm-lit horizon, dark shapes surfaced, cutting silently through the violent waves. Unmanned warships. Their sleek hulls glinting, missiles armed, ready to fire. We weren’t alone.Under Fire Without warning, missile salvos erupted, tearing through the ocean’s surface, shattering steel debris with explosive force. Damien roared, hauling me into cover: “GET DOWN!” Gunfire exploded as combat drones swarmed from hidden launch bays, their turrets locking on. Desperate Counterattack

Leo asked. ​"Twelve. All veterans of the Siege. All of them are loyal to your father’s memory, not the Miller paycheck." Silas looked at the map on the table. "We have two gunships hidden in the northern canyon. They’re old-school, analog controls. The Red Grid can’t hack them." ​The Weight of the Cure

I said, raising the pistol again, my hands steady now. Viper’s grin widened, feral. “Finally. Words I can respect.” He spun his knives, stepping forward. “Let’s show them hell.” The soldiers aimed, one voice shouting: “FIRE!” And the world lit up with bullets.

Closer, a little bit closer. ”Now! Fire the cannons!” I thundered, and the words had not died on my lips when I heard the resounding boom of the cannons firing, the black-spotted balls of flame climbing high over our heads to scatter into the plains underneath, dispersing some of the films, but the werewolves kept coming. “More! Don't stop firing!” I bellowed, just as the wave crashed into the gate and shook the exterior wall, the force of the gust swiping a few archers to plunge to their deaths below as the war cry of my troops rose, metal clashing with claw.

She said. “All the warriors are here. We are shipping out tomorrow to arrive at nightfall. Charlie is putting a spell on the ships so we won’t be seen till we step on land. We will send one tracker from each ship to clear about a mile offshore before we let anyone else off the ships.” I told her. “That’s a great idea. I will try to be out there myself.” She said. “Please not by yourself. Not with vampires in the area.” I begged. “I know I’m stupid sometimes but not that stupid. Come on Gunner, give me some credit would ya?” She laughed. She was actually laughing. What is wrong with this girl?!

She simply said pouting her lips mockingly. Damn those pink cherry lips that glistened under the basement light while she swept the tip of her juicy tongue across them. She pulled her lower lip biting it gently as if thinking hard about something. My lips itched to release her bottom lip and lip fuck her until she can't think about anything but me. "Tsk Tsk, I didn't want to do this to an old sick bastard like you." She said feigning pity while pulling a Glock 17 handgun. Spitting the blood from his mouth, Junaibar laughed as if it's nothing.

Then another impact. BOOM! Everyone immediately reached for weapons. Then a guard burst into the room. Breathing hard. Terrified. Then: "They've landed." Silence. Then: "What?" The guard pointed toward the sea. Then: "The red-eyed army." God. Already? Fair. That was fast. Reasonable honestly. Then everyone rushed outside. Immediately. Then they saw them. Ships. Hundreds of ships. Black ships. Ancient ships. Stretching across the ocean. The red lights were no longer distant.