"Stealth mode," Jeremy muttered under his breath, his heart racing as he carefully controlled his breathing. He was hyper-aware of Noctis’s presence, knowing full well that an A- rank Hunter like him could sense the slightest disturbance in the air. Jeremy couldn't risk being detected—not now.**[Stealth]:** *Increases speed by 35% at the cost of draining the user’s stamina. Automatically activates when threatened or experiencing a surge of killing intent.*Before Noctis could react, Jeremy vanished, his body blurring into the backdrop of the crowded street. The only indication that he had ever been there was the subtle shift in the atmosphere, the pressure of his rapid takeoff causing a brief ripple of displaced air.Noctis's sharp eyes darted around, but by the time he sensed Jeremy's disappearance, it was too late.Jeremy was gone.He bolted down the empty alleyways, his mind racing as fast as his legs. Every step forward took him further from Noctis and closer to Burke’s location.
James Detroit sat impatiently in the passenger seat of the black SUV, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the airbag compartment. Each tap sent a shiver down the spine of the driver, who was nervously parked a few feet away from the Burke's rendezvous point. The driver smiled weakly, trying to hide his anxiety, but he knew all too well what that tapping meant: James was upset."Don’t tell me it’s that stupid boy wasting my time again," James muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "I can’t keep doing this every day."His thoughts wandered as he tapped faster. Next week was the deadline for the Washington family’s debt repayment, and so far, there hadn’t been any sign they could manage it. James had been ready to pounce, to seize the Washingtons’ house."What the hell did father and the Washington family agree to in the first place?" James thought, clenching his fist. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his dark musings. He glanced at the screen, his eyebrows lifting in surpr
**Chapter 18: The Silent Ambush**The air was thick with tension as Jeremy and his team moved closer to the parked SUVs. The hum of the city around them faded into background noise as the mission took full focus.Jeremy’s senses were heightened, his vision sharp as he scanned the area. It was then that he noticed a subtle feature in the mask: a communication device embedded near his ear."Perfect," he thought."Brace yourselves," he whispered into the communication device his voice cold and precise. "This one is very strong. Don’t waste time on meaningless duels—distract him, but our target is the suitcase.""Yes, sir!" came the unified reply, the team’s voices carrying a mix of anticipation and focus.One of the assassins, moving with grace and stealth, spoke up. “Let us go ahead, we’ll clear the path.”Jeremy paused for a second. "Feel free," he said, his tone unwavering. "But remember—kill no one."With a slight nod, they dispersed into the shadows, their black forms blending sea
The fight had erupted into chaos. Jeremy’s team moved with precision, but everything was beginning to spiral out of control. The one who had stabbed James lunged toward the SUV, yanking open the back door, eyes set on the suitcase like a wolf that had spotted its prey. He was ready to tear through anyone in his way. But then, his gaze locked on Celicia, sitting frozen with wide, terrified eyes. She knew exactly what was at stake."Celicia!" James roared, the primal fury of a protective older brother charging his voice. His body surged with adrenaline as he yanked the blade from his gut, feeling the searing pain tear through him. With a swift motion, James buried the knife into the eye of his masked assailant, eliciting a shrill, blood-curdling scream that echoed through the narrow street.The situation was disintegrating rapidly.Jeremy’s eyes flashed as he caught sight of the assassin moving in on Celicia. He reacted without thinking. In a burst of speed, he dashed toward the SUV
In that moment, Jeremy saw it. The smallest of openings.Jeremy backed off, breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face. He had no choice but to wait now, to stay quick, to avoid the storm that was James Detroit until the man’s energy was depleted.As James stood there, glaring at him with eyes full of hatred, Jeremy braced himself for the next round. The day was far from over."He’s way stronger than I thought… he’s a beast," Jeremy processed the reality of the fight at lightning speed, his instincts screaming at him to escape. But there was no easy way out, not with James Detroit unleashing his full fury on him. The man moved with a dark power, each attack heavier than the last, relentless and precise. Jeremy ducked under a vicious punch, feeling the force graze past his head, wind whipping his face."I can’t use my katana. I can’t risk leaving any evidence behind." Jeremy had learned to survive by being careful. If James or anyone else connected this attack to him, the consequence
The alley was dimly lit, the shadows dancing across the brick walls as Jeremy approached the woman whose breathing was heavy, each exhale laced with pain as she winced, clutching her forehead just above the damaged eye. The stab wound had turned the once-vibrant eye into a void of darkness, an eerie blackness that now marked her face."Are you okay?" Jeremy’s voice was low, almost hesitant as he stepped closer. His boots crunched softly on the gravel beneath his feet, but his focus remained fixed on her. He couldn't shake the image of the knife plunging into her eye, the way she had screamed during the mission when James struck without hesitation. That scream had echoed in his mind since.She winced again, her hand trembling as it hovered near her ruined eye. “It still hurts,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. She removed her mask slowly, revealing her injury fully. The black void where her eye once was made Jeremy grimace internally.Jeremy’s jaw tightened as he knel
The evening was eerily quiet as Jeremy and Mary walked down the narrow alley, the tension from their encounter with Burke still lingering in the air. The weight of Burke’s offer—everything Jeremy could ever want—gnawed at him. It was tempting, but he knew it came at a price far greater than money or power. His uncle had always been willing to go further than anyone else, and that’s what made him dangerous."He's willing to give me everything… everything," Jeremy muttered under his breath, his thoughts swirling as they moved through the city’s shadows. "That’s the scary part."Mary, walking beside him, cast a sidelong glance. Though her body ached from the earlier ordeal, and the pain in her ruined eye was only just beginning to subside, she couldn’t shake the curiosity stirring inside her. There was something about Jeremy, something that made him stand apart from the cold, ruthless world they both seemed trapped in. He was different, but in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on
It wasn’t about power or money or survival in a warzone. It was about fear, about living with someone who was supposed to protect you but became your worst nightmare."You did what you had to do," Jeremy finally said, his voice low. "To survive."Mary looked up at him, her expression full of sorrow but also something else—hope. For the first time, someone didn’t look at her like a murderer or a victim. Jeremy saw her for what she was: a survivor."Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "For listening."Jeremy gave her a small nod. "We all have ghosts," he replied quietly, his eyes flickering with an understanding that came from his own haunted past. "But you don’t have to carry them alone."*_*James Detroit's roar echoed through the empty streets, the ground still trembling from the impact of his fist. His bloodshot eyes, burning with frustration and fury, searched in vain for any sign of Jeremy. The shadows where his opponent had been moments ago were now eerily still, the p