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    With a swift jerk, Christina yanked her wrist free from Brendon’s grasp, eyes narrowed and voice sharp. “Try that again, and you’ll regret everying a finger on me.”


    Instead of backing down, Brendon’s irritation boiled over. He couldn’t exin it, but it felt like control—something he’d always taken for granted—was slipping through his fingers. “This ce doesn’t suit you!” he snapped, voice cold. “You don’t need to y dress-up just to make me look your way.”


    That made Christinaugh—sharp, humorless, andced with contempt. “Wow. You think this is about you? Don’t delude yourself. We’re finished. Whatever you think you still have a say in, you don’t.”


    “Is that really what you want?” Brendon asked, his stare hard and searching. “To erase everything just like that?”


    “Don’t you want the same?” Christina retorted tly. “Don’t forget, we’ve already divorced.”


    Brendon’s hand twitched, and before he could stop himself, he reached for her again. But her reflexes were faster. With a crisp p, she knocked his hand away.


    “Shit!” Brendon recoiled, holding his wrist, fury shing in his eyes.


    “Are you insane?”


    “If I am, at least I’m not delusional,” Christina said casually, her gaze drifting down to his groin and back up with a derisive smirk. “Though you might want to get yourself checked for any functional problems.”


    Rage twisted across his face. “You’ve got a real mouth on you!”


    “Appreciate thepliment,” Christina replied with a shrug,pletely unfazed.


    Brendon’s anger red even hotter. “I came here to warn you because I didn’t want to see you crash and burn. But if this is what you want, go ahead. Make your mess. I’m done trying.”


    Without saying another word, Brendon spun on his heel and stormed off, his frustration echoing in each step.


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    Christina’s transformation hadn’t gone unnoticed. Still, in his mind, it was nothing more than a shy attempt to draw his attention.


    Across the room, more than a few men couldn’t stop staring, their eyes tracking Christina like prey. She met their gazes with a look so sharp it could cut ss, and whatever boldness they carried dissolved on the spot. Every spine stiffened. Whatever fantasy they’d been brewing was snuffed out before it even formed.


    No one in that bar forgot what had happened earlier. Those foolish enough to touch her were left broken—one of them, quite literally, had his manhood destroyed. Nobody dared try again. Not after witnessing that brutal reminder.


    Elsewhere, inside a private, soundproof room tucked away from the crowd, two men silently observed themotion.


    Dn Scott leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as the striking Christina strode away from the scene, her presence drawing focus like gravity. Something about her brought back a name he hadn’t spoken aloud in years—Rose. The masked woman who had nearly shattered his pride at that shooting match four years ago. He could still picture the glint of her eyes behind the mask.


    “She’s got bite,” Ralphy Graham, Dn’s friend,mented, his gaze flicking from the bar to Dn. “If Brendon picked a fight with her, he’d be eating dirt.”


    The quiet authority in Dn’s posture was undeniable. He didn’t need to speak to make his presence felt—his energy did the work for him. Ralphy caught the flicker of interest in his friend’s eyes and said, “Don’t tell me she’s cracked that cold wall of yours. You thinking of pursuing her?”


    A shift in Dn’s expression sobered the air. “Finding any leads on King is all I care about,” he said evenly.


    A crease formed on Ralphy’s brow. “Still nothing?”


    Dn’s features were drawn tight. “Not a trace.”


    “It’s like King disappeared off the face of the earth,” Ralphy said, a note of frustration slipping into his voice. “But King is the only one who can treat your sister. That hasn’t changed.”


    At those words, Dn’s grip tightened around his ss. “Exactly. That’s why I’ll keep looking—no matter how long it takes.” Without pause, he downed the entire drink.


    A shrill ring sliced through the room, breaking the tension.


    Without missing a beat, Ralphy reached for his phone and answered, lookingposed at first. But within seconds, that calm shattered. His eyes lit up with sudden, electric excitement, and his posture shot upright.


    Dn raised an eyebrow, voice steady. “What could possibly rattle you like that?”


    The call ended with a sharp tap. Ralphy turned to him, breathless with disbelief. “It’s about King. The shootingpetition!”


    Confusion flickered across Dn’s face. “What are you talking about?” He hadn’t expected King’s name to be tied to a shootingpetition.


    Ralphy exined, nearly bursting, “King just released a statement. Next week’s champion of the shootingpetition gets an opportunity for treatment—no expiry, just has to follow King’s terms.”


    Ralphy almost bounced in his seat. Thepetition he hosted had just be the hottest event of the year because of King’s announcement.


    “No way! Seriously?” Dn leaned forward, his voice dropping but the edge in it sharp. “Say it again.”


    With unwavering certainty, Ralphy said, “Whoever wins the shootingpetition earns a treatment session from King. And Dn, you’ve been on top of the shootingpetition for three years straight under the alias of Din. If anyone’s walking away with that prize, it’s going to be you!”


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