Eva stood poised, her body a coil of tension as the men advanced toward her. Her voice cut through the tense silence like a blade, mocking and unbothered. "Mercy? What kind?" She tilted her head slightly, as if seriously considering their offer, but her eyes were sharper than her words. Her brow creased into a frown when she realized the weird stance the men before her were in and the expression they were trying to hide. It was subtle, but the way their eyes shifted from her to the boxes stacked around her gave away their fear. Was that why they were so wary? They weren’t just after her, there was something in those crates, something valuable, maybe even dangerous. From her vantage point, Eva noticed the lids on the crates were barely secured, almost as if someone had hastily thrown them on and from where she was standing, she could easily reach out to whatever was inside. Probably she could find something inside one of the crates that could change the odds in her favor. “Woman, sho
The sharp whistle of a bullet tearing through the air broke her trance. Her senses, heightened by the adrenaline coursing through her veins, reacted faster than her conscious mind. At the last moment, Eva twisted enough for the bullet to graze her arm before embedding itself in the metal wall behind her with a hollow thud. Her body moved with a grace that didn't feel too foreign to her, instinct taking over as she dodged the next onslaught of bullets. The warehouse filled with chaos as her enemies fired relentlessly. However, Eva moved like a ghost, she felt as if her entire body was a machine in itself, dodging every bullet and weapons aimed at her. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply before firing the first shot. BANG! Suddenly a scream split the air. One of the men fell, clutching his leg, his face contorted in agony while letting his guard down. It was a brief moment of suffering as a bullet flew to his head and ended him swiftly. It's a clean kill. Minutes passed in a
"Hugo!" The leader cried out in anguish, dropping to his knees beside the body of his fallen brother who was in the middle of a blood pooling. He was the same man who had slammed Eva's forehead into the floor repeatedly. Eva's lips curled in disdain as she watched the display. The leather had been ruthless moments ago, his cruelty unshaken. But now, cradling his dead sibling, he was nothing more than a pathetic shell of a man. "BROTHER HUGO!" Another voice rang out, filled with grief. The sniper, distracted by the loss of longtime mentor, that was his first mistake. His second fatal mistake was exposing himself open without defense. Before he had the chance to grieve, Eva's bullet found its next target, piercing his skull in one clean shot. Thirty eight down. Two more to go. Eva aimed her assault rifle in the other man's direction. However, she frowned when the pistol-wielder had vanished from his previous position. She scanned the room and realized that she had let her guard
"One more to go."Her voice was eerily calm and cold. At this point, her own voice didn’t sound familiar to her. And this wasn’t her, but the demon she had kept hidden at the back of her mind. Now the demon has been let out, and she doesn’t know if she can contain it again.“You…..you killed my brother.” The leader stammered as he looked at Eva, fear glinting in his eye." Yes, I did. And I'm sending you off to meet him.” Eva's voice was devoid of any sort of emotions as she looked at the leader. “I will make you pay!" The leader yelled furiously at Eva with tears streaming down his face, but she remained unfazed by him.“Do that when you get to hell." She lifted her assault rifle, her finger hovered over the trigger as she placed the barrel a few inches in front of the crying man, ready to end at once.Just as she was about to finish the leader off, the door burst open and tens of men flooded into the warehouse, each one of them wearing protective gear. They were led by men holding b
Eva's mind raced. She had to make a decision. The beast inside her was clawing to finish what it had started, to kill this final man and end the bloodshed. Her finger twitched on the trigger. "I'm doing what I have to," After a while, she replied, her voice a low murmur. She didn't even recognize her own tone anymore, hardened by violence and pain. This wasn’t who she wanted to be, but circumstances had forced her into a life of brutality.Raphael narrowed his eyes. "You've done enough," he said sternly, taking another step closer. His gaze flickered down to the man at her feet, then back to her face. "Put the gun down."Eva's breathing quickened. Put the gun down? After everything she had done, after she had killed so many men in this warehouse, after all the blood she had spilled, how could she simply stop now? But the way her uncle looked at her, as if he could see through her every thought, made her hesitate."Eva." he said again, this time softer. "Put the gun down." Before E
A soft sound escaped her throat, somewhere between a gasp and a sob. The reality of it all threatened to crush her, but what made it worse was the man standing only a few feet away. Damien, the one person she had tried so hard to protect from seeing this side of her. The man who had saved her once before, now witnessing the depths of her darkness.As usual, Damien’s face was unreadable, through a storm raged behind his eyes. He seemed at a loss for words, struggling to reconcile the frail woman he had held in his arms earlier with the one now standing before him, surrounded by carnage. His jaw clenched as his gaze fell to the assault rifle in her hands, her finger still curled around the trigger. The weapon hung from her grip as if it were an extension of her body, a part of her.He had heard the gunshots long before entering the warehouse, and fear had gripped him like never before. He had thought—no, he had convinced himself that he was too late. The thought of finding her body ridd
Damien's expression shifted slightly as he took in her disheveled appearance. Blood streaked down her neck, and bruises marred her delicate skin. Her forehead was still bleeding from a gash, and her swollen cheek was evidence of the violence she had endured. The temperature in the warehouse dropped and everyone felt a murderous aura while Damien hands balled into fists at his sides as anger flared within him—not at her, but at the ones who had dared to hurt her.His anger was palpable, but Eva misread it entirely. She saw the fury in his eyes and assumed the worst. Her heart shattered into a thousand pieces as tears burned at the back of her eyes, threatening to fall. She had prepared herself for this, for the cold rejection she believed was inevitable. She could handle his anger, his fire, but what terrified her was what came after—the cold indifference, the way he treated strangers. That was what she feared most, being pushed aside, discarded like she was nothing.Her vision blurre
“You're the boss' cousin, Mr. Edwin. You do it. It would be harder for him to kill you than me.” Shane refused. Even though his boss is just standing there, Shane was smart enough to know that it was stupid to interrupt him, given that murderous air that was surrounding him. Damien might really kill before realizing that it was him but Edwin was different.Edwin looked at Shane and let out another sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. If his brother didn’t act soon, Eva was going to break right in front of him. And knowing her background as George Black's granddaughter, no less—that could end in catastrophe. Much worse, there is a man who trained and treated Eva like his own daughter standing right there and he is none other than her uncle, Raphael Black. If she cried and ran to her grandfather, the consequences could be dire.‘This is what happens when you have to experience being in a relationship. You could cause a misunderstanding with just this simple act. And I have to be the