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At the corner of her eye, she saw Leni pointing on her direction and the Reapers and Badbloods dashed towards her. Then she turned back to Rila. Her sister was looking at her and she was smiling. Tears smeared down on her bloody cheeks. She mouthed the words in her lips. "I'm sorry. I love you." "Rila!" Serra called helplessly. Then Roque brought his ax down on her sister. "NOOOOOO!" She cried. Serra then burst into a golden flame. Heavenly fire burst out from her chest and her sword blazed on her hand. Then she was suspended in the air like the sun.

“But only one of you betrayed blood.” The projector flickered to life. Images—documents, videos, recordings—spilled into the room. Voices raised. Chairs scraped. A man in the back stood. “I rescind my loyalty to Lucrezia.” Another followed. “She lied to us.” Lucrezia screamed. “You fools! You’ll follow a bastard with no spine!” Gunfire cracked. Sera turned instantly, her weapon drawn. Two guards lay dead at the doors. Chaos erupted. Valerio rushed forward, ducking behind a marble column, returning fire. Sera moved with lethal grace, dropping a man who aimed for Valerio’s back.

Chapter 63 Truth *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** “What the f*ck is going on?!” Hector cursed as he tried to block Leila. Hunter tried to stop her – but she was just so strong. “Ouch! F*ck!” Hector cursed loudly – as he felt his arm getting wounded by Leila’s elongated nails.

The Guardian's arm bent the wrong way. The second soldier attacked immediately. Luca sidestepped. Grabbed the man's shoulder. Used his momentum against him. And slammed him headfirst into a tree. The impact sounded painful. Extremely painful. The third Guardian hesitated. Just for a second. Just long enough. Luca drove an elbow into his throat. The armored soldier collapsed instantly. Three Guardians. Less than ten seconds. Done. Yet Luca wasn't smiling. Wasn't relieved. Because something felt wrong. Very wrong.

I handed the glass of wine to him. “Two days ago, I had my friend murdered in cold blood in order to save my daughter. I made a deal with the bastard Alfredo Colombo, but he broke it by making me a fool in front of my daughter. I gave him fifty crates to make his father proud, but now… I paused, taking a sip from my glass. “He needs to suffer,” He stared at me, and then he sipped from his glass. “Can you elaborate on the degree of suffering you are looking at, Mr. Guerra?””

How come I didn’t notice… F*ck! “Tie her. I’ll kill the boy first.” “No! Let me go! Gaille! No!” Alora cried. “Archi… please. Do something! My baby…” The moment Gaille left, one by one her men fell down on the dusty ground, leaving Alora alone, then someone went behind me, helped me free. “Apologies,” Agent Martin De Herrera—one of my second cousins—uttered while cutting the knots. “Sevillas’ men guard the place. We kind of struggled putting them down.”

He murmured, rubbing my clît with his thumb and slipping his middle finger into my dripping pûssy, making me scream his name as my whole body shivered and jerked in a series of spasms that gripped me. A. Gupta Hope you enjoyed this chapter... Don't forget to comment and share your thoughts about Antonio and Erica! Any idea what's going to happen next?

Nay Aurelia was cut off when Guia jumped hahaha. "Yes, yes, this is it." Shocked by Guia's promise, he sat down. But because of his sudden sitting, he didn't realize that there was a sharp stone on his seat, so he got stabbed in the butt hahaha. When I looked at it, Guia started crying and looked at me with anger mixed in. hahaha. "SALAVATION: HEALING TOUCH!" Guia shouted as he called on his power that heals injuries. He touched her ass and then it straightened up and started to close its eyes.

Luca shouted, pointing to a spotlight cutting through the darkness. Vargas’s extraction team descended rapidly, rappelling down to secure the survivors. “Move, move, move!” Vargas barked, ushering them onto the chopper. Elena was the last to climb aboard, her gaze lingering on the burning wreckage below. As the helicopter lifted off, the coastline became a blur of smoke and fire. Elena leaned back against the seat, exhaustion finally catching up with her. “You did it,” Vargas said, his tone begrudgingly respectful. “No,” Elena replied, staring out the window. “It’s not over yet.” The fourth man was still out there, and she knew this battle was only the beginning.

Forty-three pieces pulse under my skin, hot enough to burn. The HUD is quiet for once. No numbers. Just a single line glowing white: The final battlefield is ready. Remy’s hand tightens around mine. Remy (soft): “She’s already here.” I feel her. Not in a mirror. In the air. In the steam. In the space between heartbeats. The Forty-Eighth is the valley tonight. Seras rolls her shoulders, Blazing Wukong flickering into existence like a second sunrise. Seras: “About time we fight on our terms.”