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Ch. 17: Ambush
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Astrella's point of view I woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, with my chest rising and falling in an inconsistent rhythm. The room was still dark, maybe because it was still midnight. I glanced to the side and saw Dax still fast asleep next to me. His arm was stretched around my waist, hugging me tight. He remained utterly still even when I woke up abruptly. The dream was still fresh in my mind about the incoming war and my parents' betrayal, and I think I consider myself in that. I don't know anymore, and the crushing weight of guilt is eating me whole. It clawed at my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My hands curled into the sheets. I felt like a traitor. Am I not? Earlier, after practicing at the shooting range with Xanthe, I had gone straight to Dax’s room. I told myself I’d distract my mind, that I’d write a little. And I did—at first. But the words soon blurred, lost in my own spiraling thoughts. What was I supposed to do? How the hell was I going to save my sister f
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Dax Donomie's point of view. After Astrella and Xanthe left, I turned to Silvio. "Gather all the troops in the basement meeting room. We need to tighten security at the firm." We were all on edge after last night’s fvcking show, and while Astrella had no business getting tangled in our mafia affairs, I figured she could keep busy with my new Capo for now. Xanthe wasn’t just a soldier. I trusted him like a brother. If anyone could keep an eye on her, it was him. Silvio, the jackass that he is, leaned back with a smirk. "You sure you don’t wanna call your Capo back? What’s the use of his position then? I think he’s officially been promoted to Nanny-in-Chief, watching over your Honey like a damn babysitter." He howled like a lunatic. I shot him a warning glare, gripping the knife on the table just to make a point. He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Donomie. No need to go full psycho on me." My phone buzzed with a message from Astrella. 'We’re at the firing range,
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Astrella's point of view I groaned as I stretched, my back aching slightly. Dax hadn't let me go until I was on the brink of passing out last night, and now my body was feeling the aftermath. My eyes fluttered open, instinctively searching for him beside me, but the space was empty. A pang of disappointment hit my gut. Waking up without him felt wrong. Where did he go? With a deep sigh, I pushed myself up, shaking off the lazy feeling weighing me down. I headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up, letting the warm water wash away the soreness. After my shower, I stepped out, only a towel wrapped around my body. It was then that I realized. I didn’t have any clothes here. "Shít," I muttered under my breath, scanning the room for anything I could wear. That’s when my gaze landed on a paper bag sitting on the table, a folded note resting on top of it. Curious, I walked over, picking up the note first. 'For you.' It was so simple that he didn't even provide my na
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Astrella's point of view The only noise in the room was the constant sound of water pouring down from the shower. Dax was still inside, cleaning the blood and sweat off of himself after the horrible experience he had just gone through. However, I was unable to concentrate on that because my phone lit up again, sending a new surge of panic through my body. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the screen and opened the message. An image. My heart sank. It was my sister. The image was taken only a little while ago when we were FaceTiming. I could still picture her in my head, smiling and mocking, fully oblivious to the fact that someone had been watching her. Was close enough to take this picture. I rechecked the image, searching for any sign that it was fake, that this was some kind of sick trick. But no. It was real. I started to panic, and my breathing became shallow and my chest felt tight. They had her in their sights. I made my fists into tight balls and tried to think.
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Dax Donomie's point of view If looks could kill, we would already be drowning in our own blood. Every action was planned, and and every step was taken carefully. We had put a lot of thought into an arrangement that would allow us to move important items across borders without being detected, but somehow, this motherfucker Jasper had discovered it. In what way? "What now? We could just talk about this, you know," Jasper shouted out, his voice filled with excitement. I snorted, not impressed at all. I gave one of my men a slight nod to let him know that they should be prepared. We were both aware that this conversation was not going to be fair. Jasper and I were quite similar; we were both manipulative, crafty, and always looking for ways to get an advantage in the long run. The only thing that set me apart was that I played to win. "Fvcking dickhead, get down here," I growled, my jaw tightening. "Don't be so damn proud of yourself." Jasper chuckled. "Sure. Give me a minute."
