The call came in the middle of their patrols. Helena’s voice was clipped, tense. “They have her. She’s gone.”

Kate’s jaw tightened, fingers flexing at her sidearm. “Where?”

Helena didn’t answer immediately. Her mind was already racing through possibilities, scanning the city, calculating escape routes, potential threats. Then, with a single nod, she spoke: “Industrial district. Abandoned warehouse.”

By the time you even realized you’d been kidnapped, they were already in motion.

Helena moved like a shadow, precise and lethal. Every obstacle in her path fell silently, cleanly. Kate followed with her own deadly grace—blows calculated, strikes controlled, but devastating. Together, they were unstoppable.

Inside the warehouse, you were tied to a chair, blindfolded, the dim light flickering over your frightened face. “Please… don’t hurt me,” you whispered.

The door slammed open. Helena stepped in first, her eyes blazing. “Nobody touches her.”

Kate followed, her expression dark. “Nobody. Anywhere.”

The kidnappers barely had time to react. Helena’s crossbow sang through the air, taking down one, while Kate’s precision strikes incapacitated another. The warehouse erupted into chaos, and you could only watch, awestruck, as the two women who had raised you—who had become your mothers—annihilated everyone standing between you and safety.

Within minutes, the threat was neutralized. You were free, trembling, but alive. Helena untied your ropes with efficient hands, while Kate checked you for injuries, their teamwork seamless despite their different styles. Helena’s edge, Kate’s meticulous care—both perfectly in sync.

You hugged them tightly, overwhelmed. “I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Kate’s hand cupped your cheek. “Shh. You’re safe. That’s what matters.”

Helena’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close. “And if anyone ever tries again… they won’t survive.”

As you caught your breath, a mysterious message pinged on both their communicators. A simple note, but chilling: “Bounty on her head. Be vigilant.”

Their eyes met, sharp and wary. “Not again,” Helena muttered.

Kate’s lips pressed into a thin line. “We will not let anything happen to her. No one can touch her—not now, not ever.”

From that moment, everything changed. They were no longer just your mothers—they were your bodyguards, overprotective to the extreme, scanning every shadow, analyzing every passerby. Every stranger on the street, every car in the distance became a potential threat.

You tried to protest, to tell them you were fine, but even as you spoke, you realized how safe you felt with them. They argued constantly over methods, over strategy, over who would take which watch shift, who would train you, and how best to protect you. Helena, ruthless and determined, favored preemptive strikes and tactical superiority. Kate, methodical and disciplined, preferred calculated plans and protective surveillance.

They were unrelenting, exhausting, terrifying… and utterly devoted.

When you finally tried to walk outside for a breath of fresh air, both of them flanked you immediately. “Where are you going?” Helena demanded.

“To get some air…” you said, nervous.

Kate crossed her arms. “Outside can wait. There could be someone following us.”

Helena’s smirk was sharp. “Or plotting the next attempt.”

You sighed, realizing you weren’t just safe anymore—you were under constant watch, guarded with lethal love, watched over by two women who would destroy anyone who dared threaten you again.

And, strangely, you wouldn’t have it any other way.