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Donald gritted his teeth and stood between Palmer's gun and Arman “Lower your fucking gun Palmer!” Palmer's eyes had a glint of madness. He was hungry for blood, and it didn't matter who's blood it was “Move Donnie boy, you don't want to get caught in the crossfire” Arman lowered his gun. “Call me when you two have sorted out your administrative issues, the we'll have a proper fight” Arman said as he walked past the other men and towards the door “This isn't over, this—”

he mentioned, aiming the tip of the gun on my stomach making me trash on the seat. The tip grazes over the fabric of my shirt. I yelped, cursing him. “ Damn you, Ares! You’ll burn on hell!” I cursed, kicking him away. Ares only chuckles as he gripped my chin and made me look at him. My eyes widens when I saw what he was holding. I saw it on television and on movies. The red blinking light attach to a single device and the single button makes me terrified. It cuts all of the worlds that I’m supposed to say to him.

1:43 a.m. The city was sleeping. But Judge Eliaz Monroe was wide awake Sliding on his gloves. Loading his Glock. Strapping a backup piece to his ankle and zipping his leather jacket over his bare chest. His phone buzzed again. Final update. Two men watching the girls’ building. Confirmed armed. Orders likely from the ex.”He didn’t respond. Just stepped outside. His black powerbike growled beneath him—sleek, brutal, dangerous.

I tell her quickly, to get it over with, “I need for you to keep in mind that it’s temporary.” “What does that mean, exactly?” She asks, and I can see she is tense and upset, but she is not yelling at least. “It means just what it sounds like,” I tell her, “We have this place under 24 hour surveillance with armed guards. But here’s the thing. You can't leave the house without an armed escort. It’s temporary. Just until we can neutralize the threat.”

She’d changed, black tactical pants, fitted long-sleeves, hair braided tight back from her face. Knife strapped at her thigh. My chest did something complicated and dangerous. “You’re not carrying heavy,” I said. “I’m armed,” she replied. I looked at the blade. Then at her. “Stay behind the initial breach,” I said. “You move when I move.” She nodded once. No argument. That worried me more. Nevio handed her a compact pistol. “Safety here. Two-stage trigger. Don’t hesitate.” She took it without flinching. God.

Hilda asked. “I gave them new rifles,” Aron said simply. “They’re in the next room.” Then he handed her a hair clip. Its intricate design caught her off guard. Without hesitation, she accepted it. “We don’t know what will happen during the mission. And I know you won’t kill anyone, no matter the situation.” Hilda blinked at him, startled. Aron pointed out a small hidden mechanism in the clip. “Pull this part. It’s coated with a paralytic. Anyone struck with it will be immobilized. Use it for self-defense.”

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."

And another, until there were five of them hovering in a semi‑circle, blinking red status lights like they were eager. “Smile for the murder drones,” Jax said. I didn’t. Instead, I looked at my armband. The little pen icon beside my name pulsed once, slowly, as if in warning or anticipation. Under AUTHORITY: HIGH, a new line had appeared: AUTHOR IMPACT: MONITORED. The metal jaws in front of us yawned wider, teeth ratcheting back with a grinding sound that vibrated through the soles of my boots. Beyond them: red light, deeper and more diffuse than in the tunnel. The faint suggestion of structures, walls at odd angles. Shadows that didn’t move quite right.

“I don’t even know why you’re still here.” Blaze narrowed his eyes at the man, his disbelief doubling in an instant. “You... what?” Confused and a little hurt, Blaze asked, “What is that supposed to mean?” Did he not want him here? “It means I don’t need your worry, Blaze,” Armani explained, heaving a tired sigh as he picked at the wood of the bar, scratching at it almost nervously. “And I certainly don’t need a babysitter, either. So you should either shut up or go away already-“