Ethan's Pov;

"MOM!" I gasped, waking up to the alarm blaring in my ears. Another day, another shitty dream. Why can't she just leave me alone? Why can't I escape this never-ending nightmare? Her death is the reason I'm stuck in this hellhole, and she's the one who put me here. Why can't she just disappear from my mind? I clenched and unclenched my fists, seething with frustration. I glared at the clock, its ringing piercing my eardrums, and losing my patience. I picked it up and hurled it at the ground, shattering it into pieces. "Fucking nuisances," I grumbled. I got out of bed and stomped towards the washroom, turning on the shower and stripping off my clothes. As I stepped inside, I sighed in relief. Finally, some peace. "ETHAN," a voice interrupted, shattering my tranquility. I rolled my eyes and ignored the idiotic rooster, focusing on the water. But as I closed my eyes, I heard the door open... "When will you learn how to reply?" Without hesitation, I grabbed the gun beside me and pulled the trigger, firing a bullet in his direction. "What the hell, Ethan, you asshole! I could have died!" he shouted, but I just chuckled, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "My dream would have come true," I said, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist. I pushed past him and got ready, my movements swift and deliberate. "You need to think before you act, you idiot," He said, as I ended up buttoning my shirt. "Next time, don't enter my private space when I'm alone." My tone was cold and menacing. "A wild dog hasn't bitten me that I'd come here without a reason." "Get to the point before I lose my mind." "You'd need a mind for that to happen," he retorted, glancing at him as I put on my watch. He gulped, intimidated by my gaze, and spilled the reason for his visit. "I got a call from Triston." I remained silent, and he took it as a cue to continue. "Lee has a daughter, and we can use her," I smirked, intrigued by the information. "Get the details, and I'll personally take care of kidnapping the blood traitor offspring," I said, gathering my belongings for the day ahead. "On it," he replied, before swiftly exiting the room, clearly eager to escape my menacing presence.

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'knock'. "Come in" a cold voice. "The file is here" Stopping my work I looked up to see the idiot standing with the file in his hand I extended my hand silently taking the file and opening it. "What will I get?". "A mercy to live". 'Grumbling I started to read the file'. "Grumpy cat". 'mumbled'. "Call me that one more time and have the blessing of my bullet going through you". I growled looking at him with a cold gaze. Reading the file I started to smirk just as I thought the fucker is living the life he desired after ruining everything but how long will he live like this, how long will he seek the comfort of the light. It's time I show him what happens when you mess with the wrong person the light he so much desired will be the chokehold of his life. The light he loved will be the reason he will cry the tears of blood and upon my mercy, he will breathe but for that, I need to get the woman he loves more than the light of his life the woman... Oh, how exquisite the torture will be," I thought to myself, my mind consumed by vengeance. "I need to get to her, to claim his most vulnerable treasure - his daughter. And I will take her today..."

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Three hours later, Steve asked, his voice low and urgent, "Is this the venue where we'll find the girl?" I growled, my eyes fixed on her picture, my voice dripping with venom, "This is the exact place where that bastard's greatest nightmare will unfold." I cautioned, my tone cold and calculated, "Let's not rush; our plan might backfire. Patience is key." "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Just follow my lead and get the men ready. We'll execute our plan in 30 minutes." I said in a monotone voice, my gaze never wavering from the target.

I walked up to the table, blending in with the crowd, and waited for the perfect moment to strike. I raised the glass of red wine to my lips and gulped it down, my eyes fixed on my watch. The time was nearing. I scanned the venue, my trained eyes ensuring everyone was in position. My gaze locked onto the target, my mind racing with the plan. The girl was distracted, laughing and chatting with the other patrons, completely unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

I nodded to Steve, a subtle signal, and he nodded back, his eyes never leaving mine. The countdown began: 50 seconds... 40 seconds... 30 seconds... 20 seconds...

The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. I could feel the weight of the mission bearing down on me, the stakes higher than ever before. But I was ready, my team was ready. We would execute our plan with precision and skill, and that bastard would finally pay for his sins.

10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... "Now!" I barked, and the room erupted into chaos. Gunshots rang out from every direction, and I seized the opportunity to make my move. With precision and speed, I took down anyone who dared to stand in my way, my eyes fixed on the target. I noticed the girl was distracted, her gaze momentarily frozen in shock, and I took advantage of the momentary lapse. With a swift motion, I grabbed her and dragged her with me, bullets flying mere inches from our heads. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and fear, and the sound of screams and gunfire filled my ears. But I didn't hesitate, my training and instincts kicking in as I pulled her through the melee. We dodged and weaved, avoiding the hail of bullets and stumbling bodies, until we finally reached the exit. I yanked open the door and pulled her out into the night air, the cool breeze a welcome respite from the chaos we left behind.

I dragged her through the crowded streets, my grip on her arm tight as I navigated through the chaos. She struggled and kicked, but I held firm, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. We finally reached the car, and I yanked open the door, shoving her inside. She landed on the seat with a thud, her eyes blazing with anger and fear.

"Drive," I barked at Steve, who was already behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, and we sped away from the venue, leaving the chaos and gunfire behind.

The girl glared at me, her chest heaving with rage. "You'll pay for this," she spat, her voice venomous.

I smiled, my eyes never leaving hers. "I'm shaking in my boots," I said, my voice cold and detached.

Steve glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes flicking between us. "Everything okay back there?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Just peachy," I replied, my gaze never wavering from the girl. "Our little friend here is just enjoying the ride."

The girl's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in anger. But she said nothing, her silence more menacing than any words could be.

We drove on, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife. I knew this was far from over. The girl was a pawn in a much larger game, and I was determined to uncover the truth.

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To.be.continued.