We Were Written in Blood

ence outside felt almost therapeutic. But deep down, Eve knew it was nothing more than t

very piece of evidence that had been denied, echoed in her thoughts. She had fought hard today. Yet as she passed t

urking in the shadows. For a split second, she thought she saw a dark figure moving behind a pillar. Her heart rate spi

y was alive with activity: taxis honking, people laughing, and distant sirens cutting thr

de street in Bridgeport, she kept her eyes on the rearvie

the message was unmistakable-a predator silently following its prey. Eve's fingers gripped the steering whee

ilities. Was it a threat from El Reino Oscuro? Had Ortega's defense team sent someone to intimidate he

t as she considered her options. There was no safe place to run to, no one she could trust. The

ge from an unknown number. She glanc

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eze as memories of Luke flooded her head-his gentle smile, his comforting embrace, and the brutal nigh

ed with precision, a message meant to unnerve her. Her mind raced with questions. Who was behind this? Was it Luis Ortega's men, trying to scare her off? Or was it someo

not to let the darkness consume her completely. They had intended to scare her into submission, instead, it fueled her resolve to dig even

grandeur. The SUV followed her without fail, its headlights a constant, ominous presence in her rearview mirror. She considered shaking

a, it's Bennett. I'm being followe

ve. Do not confront them. I'm sending a unit to y

ustration. "I thought I was supposed

plied. "I'll keep you updated. For make your

anonymous message, the relentless SUV, the shadows that had followed her all day-it was as if the entire city had turned against her. But

uiet corner of Bridgeport. This was her safe house-a small, sparsely furnished apartment that had been her sanctuary durin

the lights immediately. Instead, she sat at the edge of the worn sofa.

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in justice and had trusted the system, and yet, that very system had let him die. Now, the sys

old familiar drive for vengeance? It was both-fear of what she might lose and anger for what she had alre

y. It is your driving force, but do not let it consume you." L

e she was, standing on the edge of a precipice, knowing that one wrong step

ust a professional assignment, it was her personal vendetta, and every threat,

search again-this time, not for evidence against Ortega, but for any trace of the person who could be behind the threat. Eve

mation she had on Antonio "El Gusano" Costa. Nothing new emerged at first, just the same cold, sterile data that poi

osecutors who dropped their cases mid-way, and police reports that were either missing or inexplicably

s rotten. Every piece of evidence she had gathered was tainted by the blood of those who had profited from co

him with adoration and his shone with hope and promise, a stark contrast to the cold reality of the present. For a long moment

let it end

e furiously, listing down every piece of evidence, every inconsistency, every name she needed to follow up

occasional groan as she rubbed her tired eyes. The warning notes a constant, sil

going to dr

t the system silence h

corruption, bring down the criminal empire of El Reino Oscuro, and m

dark, calling her to battle. Although the threat was real, the pain of her loss was even greater. Every

plete picture yet, but it was a start, a roadmap that could lead her into the very heart of the conspiracy.

but she also knew that there was no other choice. The system was broken, a

Luke. His smile now served as a stark reminder of the cost of failure.

t rest until every last person in the corrupt underworld-every single pe