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Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion A piece of cake
Two days later, the house was eerily silent. The usual bustling activity was absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. Amethyst didn't know where the people here went, but she had no idea they were leaving. They were just busy last night, and now there are no people. They are surely going somehow. However, that does not concern her anymore.Due to their sudden departure, Amethyst was unable to prepare. However, that doesn't mean that he doesn't have a plan ready. Not only was he not ready to do other things, but he had a dedicated task that he was just waiting for the chance and opportunity to do.Amethyst went downstairs and looked around to see if she was the only one inside the house. Of course, he doesn't want anything bad to happen, so he's looking to see if he can act now or not.Amethyst then noted that only three maids and the chef remained, along with the gardener outside.Only five? These five definitely have no connection to La Victima Mafia. They are just normal servant
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion Gunshot wound
Amethyst winced because of the sudden pain she felt in her arms. Amethyst hears cars and people's footsteps from outside the house, so Amethyst starts acting again.Amethyst sat on the floor of her room, clutching her bleeding arm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her vision blurred slightly from the pain. Immediately Amethyst saw the people, and Jonathan strode in, his men following closely behind. His eyes landed on amethyst, cold and hard.Almost suddenly, Amethyst was nervous because Jonathan thought of her. Cold and hard? Why is he like that?Instead of rushing to help, Jonathan stood there, glaring at her with contempt. Amethyst's heart pounded, fear mingling with the pain in her arm. Did he know? Had he discovered her betrayal?Amethyst immediately became nervous because she knew that not only her life would be in danger but also the lives of her mother and aunt. She doesn't care about her life, but what she cares about is her mother and aunt.Also, it's not called betrayal
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion One misstep, and you're done
In order not to be suspected even more, even though she knew that she was no longer suspected by the whole family, Amethyst still had to pretend. She doesn't want to get discovered yet, and she still has some work left to do at Jonathan's house. She doesn't want to ruin her own plan.Because of what happened, Amethyst noticed that Jonathan looked at her differently. Well, Amethyst can't be blamed for that either because of the way she looks now; she looks like a rabbit who is very scared because she is about to be eaten. Even though it's just an act, Amethyst feels that she will get an Oscar because of this."You should join us," Jonathan said when he entered Amethyst's room.Amethyst turned to Jonathan, as if she had just returned to reality from her reverie. "Huh?""Don't go here alone. Come with me."Jonathan didn't wait for what Amethyst had to say, and since she acted like an innocent, timid, yet witty woman, she stood up and followed him. Even if Amethyst wanted to just stay in
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion Mole
After the discussion, Amethyst continued to pretend. She shuts herself in her room and never goes out. He couldn't lock the door to his room because it would only strengthen Jonathan's suspicion. For Amethyst, if Jonathan comes in, she doesn't need to knock on or destroy the door.At midnight, Amethyst sat at her own desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as she typed out a message in code. He can't take it any longer because if Jonathan finds out that Nightmare is missing, something bad will happen. The room was dimly lit, with the only sound being the faint hum of the computer, AC, and her own steady breathing. Amethyst isn't afraid to send code to Venna because she knows that she can delete traces that Jonathan's hackers can't get or restore.They aren't that great after all.She continued encoding the details from Jonathan's meeting, specifying the plan to use me, Nightmare, as a decoy. However, they could use another woman to pretend to be Nightmare and kill those people who want
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion That bitch has been playing us?
Venna and Maureen sat side by side in their small, dimly lit office, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. The message from Amethyst had just appeared, and both women felt a shiver run down their spines as they read it.Venna broke the silence first. "This isn't good. She's in more danger than we thought."Maureen nodded, her expression tense. "We need to move quickly. She wouldn't ask for this if it wasn't urgent."Without wasting another moment, they began to plan. Venna took charge of the logistics, arranging safehouses and coordinating with trusted contacts who could move discreetly. Maureen focused on the execution, mapping out routes, and ensuring they had everything they needed for a swift and silent operation."Let's go," Maureen said, standing up and grabbing her coat. "We don't have much time."The journey to find Amethyst's mother and aunt was fraught with tension. They moved like shadows, careful to avoid any attention. They navigated through alleyways and back roads, using
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion Against her will [ S P G ]
"Please, no!" Amethyst's voice trembled as she backed away from Jonathan, her eyes wide with fear. They were in the dimly lit storage room of the college library, a place rarely visited after hours. Her hands clutched at the doorframe, trying to find leverage against his advancing form. "You should have known better than to mess with me," Jonathan growled, his voice low and menacing. His grip was firm as he yanked her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. The echo of the metal latch resonating through the small space sent a chill down her spine. Amethyst struggled against him, her tears mixing with the dust on the old wooden shelves. "I didn't mean to, I swear! Let me go, please!" But Jonathan's expression remained cold, devoid of empathy. "Too late for that now," he said, his tone dismissive. He pushed her against a stack of old textbooks, their spines cracking under the sudden pressure. She cried out, the sound muffled by his hand clamped over her mouth. "Scream
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion You've already lost, Jonathan
The room was dark, with shadows cast long and foreboding by the single dim light that flickered weakly. The heavy scent of sweat and stale cigars hung in the air, mingling with the sickeningly sweet aroma of cheap cologne. The door creaked open, and Jonathan and his five men stepped out, leaving Amethyst behind. Amethyst lay on the cold, hard floor, her body aching and bruised, every inch of her feeling violated. Her clothes were torn and scattered, a silent testament to the brutality she had endured. She tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of shame and disgust. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her vision blurred by tears she refused to shed. Inside, she was crumbling, her mind a whirlwind of self-recrimination and despair. "Why?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. "Why did I let this happen?" Memories of her training, of her strength and resilience, flashed through her mind. She had always been so strong and unyie
Roses and Gunfire: The Price of Devotion Keep pushing forward
Venna stared at her screen, eyes wide with disbelief, as L.K.’s urgent message flashed before her. "Amethyst caught," it read. Her heart sank, realizing the gravity of the situation. Amethyst knew this was coming. That’s why she sent her mother and aunt to safety. "Maureen," she called, her voice tight with urgency. Maureen, who was working on a nearby terminal, looked up, her face immediately mirroring Venna’s concern. "What is it?" Maureen asked, moving to Venna's side. Venna pointed at the message. "It’s from L.K. Amethyst; she has been caught. She knew this was going to happen. That’s why she sent her family away." Maureen's face hardened. "We need to inform Dylan immediately." Venna nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she sent a secure message to Dylan. Within moments, Dylan’s response came through, terse and filled with resolve. "We attack now." On Dylan's end, the decision was already made. The plan was set in motion. He looked around at his gathered lieutena
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