SEBASTIAN’S POV
I didn’t knock. Knocking implied a courtesy I no longer intended to extend. My hand gripped the gun at my side,
its weight is familiar and reassuring. The front door of her house stood before me, unlocked,
as if she didn’t anticipate anyone like me showing up. That arrogance would be her undoing.
The moment I stepped inside, the tension hit me like a brick wall. The air reeked of expensive perfume
and deceit. The living room was pristine, every piece of furniture meticulously placed. But the calm didn’t fool me.
I knew what kind of chaos she could hide behind this facade.
A young servant froze mid-step, a tray of glasses trembling in her hands.
I pointed the gun at her without hesitation.
“Where is she?”
The girl stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “S-she’s in the bathroom.”
My lips curled into a grim smile. Of course. Comfortable enough to shower in her false sense of security. “Anyone else here?”
“N-no, sir. Just the guards…”
“Good. Get out.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. The tray clattered to the floor as she bolted out the door, leaving it wide open behind her.
I didn’t close it. I wanted her to hear what was coming.
The first guard showed up before I could take another step. Big guy. Unlucky for him.
He didn’t even get his weapon fully raised before I fired. The shot echoed through the house, and he crumpled to the ground like a rag doll.
That was all it took to bring the others running.
Footsteps thundered down the hall, but I was already moving, ducking behind the dining table for cover. A burst of gunfire shredded the air above me, splintering wood and sending glass flying.
I didn’t wait. I leaned out and fired twice, taking down the first man who came into view. His partner hesitated just long enough for me to close the distance.
I slammed into him, my elbow connecting with his jaw. His gun fell to the floor, and before he could recover, I fired a shot point-blank.
The hallway was clear now, but my pulse was pounding. I kept my gun raised, moving swiftly and silently through the house.
Each room I passed was another reminder of who she was luxury everywhere, gilded lies covering every surface. But I didn’t stop to admire the view.
Two more guards appeared near the stairs. They tried to flunk me, thinking they had the upper hand.
They didn’t. I slid across the marble floor, dodging their bullets and taking out one of them with a shot to the knee. His scream was cut short as I finished him off.
The second guard was smarter. He ducked behind a pillar, taking potshots as he moved closer.
I fired back, forcing him to retreat, and used the distraction to close the gap. When he peeked out again, I was already there. My fist connected with his throat, and he went down hard.
I didn’t wait for him to get back up. A single shot ended the fight.
The house was eerily quiet now, save for the faint sound of running water coming from the master bathroom.
My steps slowed as I approached the door, each one deliberate and heavy.
I shoved the door open without hesitation.
Steam billowed out, curling around me like ghostly fingers. She stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her hair wet and clinging to her face.
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw me, but she didn’t scream. She was too smart for that.
“Sebastian…” she started, her voice honeyed and sweet, like she thought she could still charm her way out of this.
“Don’t.” I raised my gun, aiming it directly at her head. “Not another word.”
Her smile faltered, and for the first time, I saw fear in her eyes.
“You’re going to do exactly as I say,” I told her, my voice cold and steady. “Or I’ll pull this trigger, and you can watch your empire crumble from whatever hell you end up in. Your move.”
Her breath hitched, and she took a cautious step back, the tiled floor slippery beneath her feet.
“Sebastian,” she tried again, softer this time. “You don’t want to do this.”
My finger tightened on the trigger. “You’re going to tell me everything, and you’re going to start now.”
She hesitated, her gaze darting toward the door as if she thought she could make a run for it.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned.
Her lips parted, but whatever excuse she was about to offer died in her throat. She nodded, her hands trembling as she raised them in surrender.
“Good. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
The power was mine now, and I intended to use it.