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yourself. I love inflicting tortur

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in the shadows of a massive oak tree, my dark

armed. I will give them that. But they are yet to meet me. Cameras spun wi

er. This man must have thought they were his ultimate defense. I

he drones to lose their purpose, moving so aimlessly like blind insects. A

ng in my chest. The descent was effortless. A flick of my wrist, a sile

attempt to keep people like me out. I scaled them with ease, slippi

le, scanning the lavish interior through the tinted glass doors. Th

ric lock. The scanner flickered, protesting, but within seconds, the system surrender

iskey, and expensive cologne. "Home sweet home," I murmured, gliding acr

ease, avoiding the scattered patrols who still had no idea the

was on him before he could blink. One sharp twist-his neck snapped with a sickening crun

oors at the end of the corridor loomed ahead. Behind them, Dominic

line of code. The doors hissed open. And there he was. Sprawled across silk sheets, Domin

ep red liquid sloshing as he laughed at something one of the

ing, running their hands over his body, utterly oblivious to the

amusement vanishing as his gaze locked onto mine. Fear flickered in his

the impact knocking the wine bottle from his grip. It crashed onto the floor, staining the

ilk sheets to their bodies. I tilted my head, watchi

? I sighed, tapping the barrel of my gun against my chin. "Huh. Seems like they want to stay, Dominic."

die?" Dominic groaned, his fingers pressing desperately against his wound. "You

-" I let out a soft, amused chuckle, twirling the gun in my

," I purred, my lips curling into a smirk. "That's no way to talk to the woman holdi

pless realization settling in. He knew there was

ally staying?" I mused. "Damn, Dominic. Looks like your charm isn't enough to make them not want to see you

utting him off mid-rant. A sharp cry escaped him as blood dribbled down his chin, staining his teeth. "Tsk." I crouched beside him, tapping his b

whispered, my voice dripping with venom. "I'm going to take my time with you. And you? You're going to beg. Not for your life, no. That ship has sailed. But for the pai

have some fun, shall we?" "You will regret this. People will come after you." I let o

ied lips. "People?" I echoed, feigning interest. "Oh, Dominic,

ark." He gritted his teeth, his fingers twitching as he tried to move, but the wound in his leg kept him pinne

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e lobby of the Aneres organization. The pristine floors reflected the dim glow of t

stains stood out on my black clothes. The smell of blood was strong and unmistakabl

ld admiration-fed the satisfaction curling in my chest. No one spoke. No one d

n the ground. He wouldn't meet my gaze. Even among killers, I was a different

e. The air smelled of old leather and expensive c

me with a mix of amusement and caution. He was used to my

chair. "Dominic Vance. From what I've gathered, you probably did too much to him." A slow s

was involved in. Human trafficking. Selling girls like products.

pped his fingers against the desk before sliding a black folder toward me. "I have anothe

oze. My fingers tightened around the edges of the folder, the paper crinkling under my