bChapter /bb381 /b

    KESTER

    Saint insisted we wait for his signal, but it was taking too fucking long.”

    What if Kasmine gets hurt before we move?

    Brie kept emphasising that Saint was never wrong

    Said they had someone on the inside, who’d give us the exact go–ahead.

    She kept repeating one damn word like a preacher

    a

    doomsday sermon:

    Timing.

    Timing.

    Timing.

    She said Saint’s timing was everything. Not a second before, not a second after.

    Okay. Okay, I calmed the fuck down.

    She finally announced that we had sixty more seconds to go in.

    My heart kicked into a full–on panic sprint. Non patted my back for emotional support. I wish that would stop me frombusting on the spot.

    But… what the hell was happening?

    Why did it seem like hell had just opened way too early? Why bwere /bSaint’s men already breaking in through the roofsb, /bwindows, everywhere?

    What the hell?

    “What the fuck is going on?!” I barked, spinning toward Brie. “What happened to Timing? We have thirty more goddamn bseconds/bb!/b” bI /bsneered when I noticed something was terribly wrong.

    Brie just muttered a ‘shit“, cocked her rifle, and pushed forward like a fucking terminator, leading her men inside.

    Something was definitely wrong. bI /bcould bet my balls

    on that.

    “Alpha gave the order. Just follow,” she said over the sounds of gunshots ringing everywhere around bus/bb. /b

    Fuck.

    Kasmineb. /b

    I ran in with my instincts boiling over.

    I knew it. Something was not right.

    This wasn’t looking like a rescue mission anymore. This was a fucking warzone.

    bI /blet Zeth share control, our rage syncing like clockwork. A loud, thunderous roar tore through my throat.

    I gutted down as many men as dared to step in my way with my ws. Saint and his men had guns with bullets made of silverb. /bI could buse /bbone /bbif /bbI /bbwanted/b.

    But nah.

    Tearing them apart with my bare hands bfelt /btoo fucking good.

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    bBy /bbthe /bbtime /bI barged into bthe /bbmain /bbuilding, my bws /bwere soaked, bdripping /bhot blood across the floor. But it wasn’t benough/b, I needed bmor /b

    bI /bfollowed the bsound /bof voices and more shots and kept moving until I stepped right into the center of the damn warzone. It bwas /bthe kind that made my heart bskip /bseveral beats.

    Shattered ssesb, /bdust, smoke, broken bricks, bodies, all scattered around. My beyes /bdid a quick scan of the bodies scattered aroundb, /band brelief /bbalmost /bwashed bme /bto bthe /bfloor when I didn’t find Kasmine’s body.

    But when I turned my gaze to the far left of therge space, I saw her.

    bFuck/b.

    But she wasn’t aloneb. /b

    Nagel held her by her throat to the fucking wall with a snarl on his faceb. /bSaint and Non soon joined me, both pointing guns at Nagel while bZeth /bwas already wing at the edges of my mind, demanding full control. And I almost gave it to him.

    My mate looked bso /bweak and pale that my heart shattered by-

    looking at her.

    God, I thought I had lost my emotions to numbnessb… /bThey bwere /bstill fucking there, because everything came flooding in the moment I bsaw /bher like bthat/bb. /b

    Everyone went still. But why did it seem we were here for two different missionsb? /bWhy was bKyrie/b, Saint’s Beta, pointing his bgun /bbat /bone of Nagel’s men who was holding a young girl captive? Why did he look like he was ready to throw this whole mission under the bus just bto /bbrescue /bwhoever the fuck that bgirl /bbwas/b?

    Saint didn’t take his eyes off Kyrie. His jaw clenched tight enough to snap. “Fucking idiot,” he hissed under his breath.

    ‘What the fuck is going on? Who is she?” I growled, pointing at the girl in a small ck gown that hung barely two inches below her bbutt /bbcheeks/b, who bKyrie /bwas seconds away from killing for.

    He was silent for a while, his eyes narrowed to slits as he red at the said girl before replying in one simple sentence.

    “She’s my stepsister.”

    That was all he had to say toplete the puzzle. When they said they had someone on the inside, they were

    referring to

    herb. /b

    And obviously, Kyrie, in his glorious saviorplex, was seconds away from tanking the entire op because he thought bshe /bbwas /b

    in danger.

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