Claimed by the Mafia Biker
Blessing Ellioti told him i missed him he said nothingwhen i disappeared, he regretted ittogether for years, but he didn't know my real identityi left him he cried in regret
Not with Nova and Isla behind me, not with Blade at my side.
Blade’s strikes were brutal, calculated, forcing it to split its focus. Every time it committed to one attack, we met it with another. I could see the frustration building—an unfamiliar expression for something that seemed unstoppable.
And then, the first real opening appeared. Its arm overshot, leaving its side exposed. I drove my knife deep, twisting, and felt resistance give way. A hiss, a howl of fury—but it staggered.
Nova gasped, clutching Isla tighter.