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On the other side of the room, he saw Lisa lying senselessly on the floor while Albert was kissing her, trying to remove her cloth. He lost his temper in fury. Unlocking the gun, he pulled the trigger. Bang… Startled, Carl Black shifted his gaze in the direction of the ear-piercing loud noise and saw Daniel Brooke’s ferocious look. The gun was still pointed at Albert. Carl Black’s jaw dropped and eyes wide opened. Albert groaned in pain, holding his left arm tight as the bullet hit on it. Blood was dripping down continuously, tainting his white shirt red. He glared at Daniel Brooke, gnashing his teeth.

The bullet slammed into the stone wall inches above Rebecca's head. Fragments of rock sprayed across her hair. Ava pulled her down. "Stay low!" Rebecca's breathing quickened. The danger was no longer theoretical. Someone genuinely wanted them dead. Blackwood remained standing. Oddly calm. Almost unconcerned. Morales noticed. "Get down!" Blackwood slowly raised his hands. "I'm not the target." No one liked the confidence in his voice. Sarah peered over the edge of the wall. "Can you see the shooter?"

The gunshot rang out. Everything went black.

I nearly dropped the tissue. A guy leaned casually against the locker beside mine, like hallways had never made him nervous a day in his life. Brown curls. A hockey jacket hanging carelessly over his uniform like rules was more of a suggestion to him. Friendly eyes that actually reached his smile—which immediately made him the rarest thing I’d encountered at Blackthorn Elite all day. “I’ve had better,” I admitted carefully. His gaze flicked to my locker, and something crossed his face. “They started early.” “They?”

He added. Alex gripped on the gun, so tight; as if passing his aggression to it. “Deploy our eyes inside the district. I want a list of every underground group that operates there. And Kelvin?” Kelvin met his gaze through rearview mirror. “Yes, sir?” “Tell Black Blood: We go in silent. No one leaves alive.” The Black Blood Team had witnessed Alexander’s wrath before. A cartel had once kidnapped the daughter of one of his business allies, underestimating his reach. Within six hours, their entire operation was erased from existence.

Grayson Blackwood has always been the formidable brother—fearless, unyielding, and willing to put it all on the line for his family. He never backed down from a mission and dealt swiftly with anyone who dared to threaten his loved ones or undermine their business. Today, he found himself downtown—a place he didn’t belong—trying to unravel the shocking truth from his last mission: someone within his own family wanted him dead. As he observed the waitress dropping their food at the table, he noticed immediately that it wasn’t the feisty brown-haired woman who had taken their order.

"Regardless of the type of gun used, there is always one fact that remains true. Bullets hurt. And when they enter your body, they damage you. "But the loss of blood that comes after is much more dangerous compared to the bullets. Bullets only hurt when they move through you. Once they stop, only pain lingers. There's not a lot of damage from a stationary bullet in the body "The loss of blood makes it so that the body cannot function at its peak, not to mention how your body will feel heavier and heavier. Take note not to get hit."

The way he would look at me like a stranger, a liar, a criminal who had manipulated her way into his life. After that, everything would unravel. And next, the cops would be escorting me out of this mansion in handcuffs. The image hit so hard it snapped me back to my senses instantly. Panic retreated, replaced by instinct, by survival. By the version of myself that had learned how to become Kimberly Blackwood. Before he could ask again, I forced a shaky smile onto my face. I lunged forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against his shoulder.

They ended up with 15 years because the circumstances surrounding their case were so bad. After Casper woke up, he could not accept reality. He threatened to kill himself and demanded to see Jenny at least once. I went with Jenny. Casper’s eyes were sunken, his face was waxy yellow, and he was so thin he was almost out of shape as he lay on the hospital bed. The bullet comments appeared again, silent on the screen that only I could see. [Things are so bad for the male lead! He ended up as a eunuch... No, a cripple.]

John Moore walked up to me from behind to relight the cigarette in my hand. He then asked, "The muzzle wasn't aimed at his heart. Did you have second thoughts?" White smoke rose from the lit cigarette. I replied in a disdainful voice, "Second thoughts? I never planned on killing him. A bullet is enough to end Thomas' life. What I really want is the PIN to his Swelia Bank's account, the ledger to all his dirty deals, and all of the legal businesses under his name. There's no way I'll let him die that easily."