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“That’s too simple,” Renata replied. “A few days ago, they dropped everything. Completely withdrew. Especially after we handled Natalie Martinez. Now suddenly they’re attacking Wright logistics again?” She shook her head. “Something doesn’t line up.”
Ethan watched her, silent for a moment, then nodded once.
“That’s your second assignment,” he said. “Find out why.”
Renata’s lips curved into a slow grin. “Now that sounds fun.”
“Keep me updated.” Ethan finally stood, straightening his jacket.
“Yes, Boss E.” Renata leaned back in her chair, eyes gleaming like a predator already tracking prey.
As Ethan walked toward the door, Renata called after him, voice light but edged with danger. “E, by the way, if the Martinez Group wanted a war… I’ll make sure they remember who started it.”
Ethan didn’t turn back. But his smile, small and cold, said everything.
…
The night had deepened by the time Ethan finally left the X–Guard headquarters.
Snow driftedzily from the sky, soft white kes swirling under the streetlights like tiny falling stars.
The town had quieted, the kind of silence that usually soothed restless minds.
But Ethan’s mind was anything but calm.
He drove toward his house a few miles away, one hand steady on the steering wheel, the other resting casually near the gear shift.
His eyes were forward, but his thoughts reyed everything from the past days.
The sabotage in Velden.
The Martinez Group is crawling back like cockroaches after he had already stepped on their tails. The uneasy feeling Renata had voiced.
He exhaled slowly.
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He wanted it all resolved before the new year arrived. Clean te. Fresh start. No lingering enemies. No unfinished messes.
Unfortunately, life rarely listens to wishes.
His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror and saw one ck van.
He frowned slightly. Probably a coincidence.
A few secondster, another nce.
Still there.
He changednes. The van changednes, too.
He turned onto a quieter road leading away from his neighborhood.
The van followed.
A second ck van appeared behind the first.
Ethan let out a short breath, halfugh, half annoyance.
“Ambush?” he muttered under his breath. “Or am I just feeling dramatic tonight?”
He tried to dismiss the thought. But instinct was a cruelly honestpanion, and his instincts were screaming.
He tested them.
At the next intersection, he made a sudden turn onto a narrow street that led nowhere
near his home.
Both vans followed without hesitation.
His lips curved into a slow, amused smirk.
“So that’s how it is. They wanted to y with me…”
He elerated. Snow scattered under his tires. The vans sped up as well, now closing
the distance.
Then a third vehicle appeared.
Ethan raised his eyebrows. “Wow. You guys came in bulk. Must be a holiday sale.”
He could have called Renata. Could have contacted X–Guard. Could have summoned a
response team in minutes.
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But Ethan Wright had never been the kind of man to run from trouble.
“Fine,” he murmured, gripping the wheel as he slowed the car deliberately. “You want to y? I’ll entertain you.”
He guided his car into an empty parking lot beside an abandoned warehouse, snow crunching under the tires. The engine idled for a moment before he turned it off.
Silence fell.
Then the three vehicles behind him stopped one by one, headlights bathing the lot in white light.
Ethan stepped out of his car leisurely, shutting the door with a calm click. He straightened his coat, ignoring the cold air biting at his skin.
Doors opened.
Men poured out.
Big. Broad. Scary face. Dressed in ck. At least eighteen of them.
Ethan counted automatically.
Eighteen.
He chuckled softly to himself. ‘Whoever sent these people was very careful. Or did they know I wasn’t an easy opponent?‘
One man stepped forward. Taller than the rest, shaved head, scar along his jaw. The obvious leader.
“Mr. Wright,” the man said politely, though his tone held no warmth. “Pleasee with
us.”
Ethan slipped his hands into his coat pockets, studying the group with mild curiosity, as if he had stumbled upon a poorly organized street performance.
“Why,” he asked smoothly, “would I follow you?”
A ripple ofughter passed among the men.
One of them whispered loudly to another, “Tsk. Tsk. He’s either brave or stupid.”
Another replied, “Doesn’t matter. We get paid either way.”
Ethan tilted his head, hearing every word. “I appreciate the concern for my
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intelligence,” he said, voice calm. “But you still haven’t answered my question.”
The leader’s smile thinned. “You don’t need to know. Just cooperate.”
Ethan’s smirk returned. “Funny. Because I was about to ask who sent you. Seems like we both want answers.”
The men behind the leader shifted, some cracking their knuckles, others pulling their jackets tighter. No guns visible. Yet.
Ethan’s eyes flicked over them again. No bulges at the waist. No weapon
‘Good. It will be a messy fight if they bring guns!‘ Ethan thinks to himself.
outlines.
One of the younger men snorted. “Boss, he’s just one guy. What’s he gonna do? Talk us to death?”
The groupughed again.
Ethanughed with them.
It threw them off.
“Actually,” Ethan said, stepping forward casually, snow crunching under his shoes, “I was wondering the same thing. Eighteen of you. One of me. Either someone overestimated your numbers… or underestimated me.”
The leader’s eyes narrowed. “You talk too much.”
“And you ask too little,” Ethan replied pleasantly. “So tell me, who sent you?”
The leader remained silent.
Ethan sighed, looking almost disappointed. “That’s a shame. I was hoping tonight wouldn’t involve effort.”
Another man whispered loudly, “Boss, he doesn’t look scared.”
“Yeah,” someone else muttered, “He looks bored.”
Ethan heard them again. He chuckled. “Bored is urate.”
The leader finally raised a hand, signaling his men forward.
Ethan rolled his shoulders, loosening his stance, still calm, still smiling.
He wasn’t afraid of eighteen men, especially when his instinct red up about how weak they were.
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He was only mildly curious whether any of them had been foolish enough to bring a
gun.
If they had…
Then tonight would be much messier than he expected or liked.
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<strong>Olivia Harris</strong> is an emerging author celebrated for her captivating romantic and steamy novels. With a talent for crafting deep emotional connections and fiery chemistry between her characters, Olivia’s stories offer readers an escape into worlds filled with passion, intrigue, and heart-stopping drama.