He yanked her to her feet with brutal force. The sudden pressure on her injured leg made her cry out—blood streamed down as if the wound had ripped open anew. She stumbled, almost collapsing, but the man gripped her arm tightly, shoving the cold mouth of a gun against her temple.
“Move,” he hissed.
Tears welled in Lena’s eyes—not from fear, but from sheer pain. She limped, every step like walking on shattered glass, her body trembling with every inch they descended.
The moment they reached the base of the stairs, all guns turned to the man—ready to shoot.
But he barked, loud and sharp, “If anyone moves— or even tries to shoot me, I swear I’ll empty every single bullet into her skull! Don’t test me!”
Time froze.
The agents glanced at each other, torn between protocol and the girl’s life.
And just then—
BAM! The main door slammed open with a loud, echoing force.
Greyson stormed in.
His black eyes locked instantly with Lena’s tear-filled hazel gaze. Her face was pale, streaked with silent pain. Her leg bled freely, her body shivering. But those eyes—those honey-gold eyes—screamed louder than any voice ever could.
Help me.
Greyson’s breath caught for half a second. His long coat was gone, likely flung in the car. His white shirt clung to him, sleeves rolled to his elbows. In one hand, he held his gun tight, knuckles white from rage. His dark hair was tousled across his forehead, and fury pulsed off him like heat from fire.
And in that moment—it didn’t matter how many stood in the way.
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He saw blood.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPMcaciq3RX
And he saw that gun at her head.
And he was ready to burn the whole world down.
Greyson’s eyes were burning with suppressed rage as he stared down the man holding Lena captive. His voice was cold, steady, and dangerously calm as he commanded,24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxhYCiy6Jqq
“Let the girl go.”
The man smirked, his confidence unshaken.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqlkVBx1HIv
“Let her go? How do you think I’ll walk away alive then? By the way, Miss Lena isn’t the only one we need… there are many more tasks for her.”
Greyson’s gaze hardened. His finger tightened on the gun’s trigger with quiet menace.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAqUZ1bIGtf
“I told you—let Miss Lena go. The longer you take, the more painful your death will be.”
A ripple of tension ran down the man’s spine, but he only shook his head defiantly.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhxLPe21kle
“If I let her go… will you let me live?”
Greyson glanced toward Lena—her face pale, her body trembling on the edge of unconsciousness. Then his eyes returned to the man, his voice low and firm.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8aWFNggwfv
“I’ll let you go.”
The man paused, measuring Greyson with a cold stare, then finally nodded.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtUeB29mxp1
“Alright, then clear the way and let me leave.”
He moved toward the door, dragging Lena with him. As he stepped outside, taking one last backward step, a shooter standing on the right fired a single, deadly shot—straight into his head.
For a brief moment, the man staggered, a shocked silence hanging in the air as his gun slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground. The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed so close that it sent a shiver deep into Lena’s soul.
She was about to collapse beside the lifeless body, but Greyson caught her in his strong arms just in time. Lena suddenly went limp, unconscious from the shock and pain.
Nearby, a wounded man stumbled toward Damien’s sleek black car. Just as he reached the vehicle, another bullet pierced him from behind, splattering blood against the car’s tinted windows. Damien’s eyes flicked to the crimson splatters before shifting to the door where he stood—one hand gripping Lena tightly, the other steadying his gun toward Greyson’s direction.
Their eyes locked through the tinted glass, and Damien felt an icy chill run down his spine — it was as if Greyson was staring right through the dark window at him, face to face, even though they were yards apart. The weight of that silent, unseen gaze settled deep in Damien’s bones, tightening his jaw as he braced himself for what was coming next.
With careful urgency, Greyson gently lifted Lena into his arms and began moving toward the stairs. He glanced back briefly and called out in a rough voice,24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrHOojtHm1
“Nico, you know what to do.”
Without hesitation, Nico nodded firmly.
Without another word, Greyson headed upstairs, determination blazing in his eyes.
As soon as Greyson disappeared upstairs, Nico let out a deep breath and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Turning around with quiet authority, he called out,24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEj4i6Xlix8
“Alright, boys. First—untie all the staff. Then clean this whole mess up.”
He removed his coat and tossed it onto a nearby chair, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and neatly tucked his guns back into his pockets. One by one, the shooters began helping the terrified house staff, untying their hands and feet. Some handed out water, others got to work cleaning the bloodstains and shattered glass. The house, once filled with chaos, was slowly being brought back to order.
Nico stepped outside through the front door, the cool air brushing against his face. He walked up to the guard stationed near the main gate and looked him squarely in the eye.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwKHyquaEg
“Stay sharp,” he said firmly. “This is the main entrance. You need to watch everyone who comes and goes. If anything even slightly suspicious happens, raise the alert immediately.”
The guard nodded with full attention.
Just then, Max appeared beside them, placing a steady hand on the guard’s shoulder. His voice was low but intense.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlbGeFl0TiD
“The person we’re protecting isn’t just anyone. He’s the Director of Omega Taskforce. There is no room for mistakes.”
The guard straightened instantly, eyes wide with new resolve.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwNiQF6g0WJ
“I’ll stay alert, sir. I swear—I’ll protect the Director even at the cost of my life.”
Max gave him a tight, approving nod with a brief smile, then scanned the perimeter before heading back inside.
The sleek black Mercedes glided silently past Greyson’s house, cloaked beneath the shadows of the trees. Its tinted windows gleamed under the faint light, giving away nothing of the storm brewing inside.
In the backseat, Damien sat motionless—lost deep in thought. His right elbow rested against the window, fingers lazily grazing the stubble on his jawline, while his left hand sat on his knee, fingers tapping slowly, rhythmically... like he was playing a silent piano—each note echoing a dangerous thought forming in his mind.
His gaze stayed locked outside, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Plotting. Calculating. Waiting.
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