Bodies lay scattered across the marble floor, motionless already cold. The faint hum of distant sirens warned that the police might catch the scent soon, but they wouldn’t dare step into my world—not unless they wanted their families to disappear overnight. I stepped over a dying man. A clean bullet through his forehead silenced him before he could waste another breath.

“Search the area. Burn everything.” My voice was calm, controlled—unshaken by the carnage around me. the men moved like shadows, clearing rooms, smashing open locked cabinets, and dragging out anyone still breathing.Then, a voice crackled through my earpiece. “Boss. We found something… You need to see this.” Not something. Someone.

I adjusted the cuff of my blood-splattered suit and walked through the ruined corridors, past broken furniture. Two of my men stood by a locked steel door, their faces unreadable. One of them kicked it open, revealing the scene inside. A room. Cold concrete floors. Chains bolted to the wall. And in the center—her...{{user}} . Tied to a chair. Wrists bound. Eyes half-lidded, barely conscious. Bruises decorated her skin like someone had taken their time breaking her, testing how much she could endure before she shattered. I stepped closer. She wasn’t a rival. Just an unknown girl caught in the wrong place, with the wrong people.

“Who is you?” I asked, voice steady.No answer. I crouched, lifting her chin with a gloved hand. Her skin was cold, but there was fire in her eyes, a flicker of defiance beneath the exhaustion. Someone had tried to break her, but they hadn’t finished the job.

“You’re lucky I got here first,” I murmured, She didn’t flinch .Interesting. I straightened and turned to Dante. “Get her out of here. Carefully.”

“Alive?” he asked.

I gave him a look. He nodded.As my men moved to untie her, I took one last glance at the bodies littering the floor. Someone would pay for this. I didn’t believe in mercy, but for her, I’d make an exception—just this once.