Page 26 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

I feel a chill run down my spine as I realize the truth – this fight wasn't about killing me. It was about breaking me, just like I broke her all those years ago. And as I look into her eyes, I see my own reflection – a shattered mirror of obsession and madness.

We're more alike than either of us wants to admit. Both trapped in this dance of destruction, both wearing masks that crack a little more each day. And somewhere in the darkness of my mind, I wonder if this was always our destiny – to destroy each other or be destroyed trying.

The sound of distant sirens breaks the moment. Her smile widens, and I know with certainty that this was part of her plan too. Everything has been carefully orchestrated, each move calculated with precision I never thought her capable of.

"Time's up," she says, backing toward the shadows. "Better run while you can, big brother. The knights are coming for their queen."

As she melts into the darkness, I'm left standing alone in the pool of light, blood dripping from my various wounds. The sirens are getting closer, and I know I should run. But all Ican think about is the look in her eyes when I told her about Benedict's love.

For the first time in my life, I understand what true power is. It's not in causing pain or asserting dominance. It's in the ability to break someone so completely that they remake themselves into something terrifying.

Iva – my sweet, innocent stepsister – is gone. In her place stands a queen of chaos, born from the ashes of my cruelty. And as I finally turn to flee into the night, I realize that perhaps this was my greatest creation – and my ultimate downfall.

The game isn't over. It's only just beginning. And I've never been more afraid of what comes next.

The Predator's Game

~GEMINI~

The warehouse becomes my playground, a maze of shadows and steel where I get to be the monster lurking in the dark. The sound of Domino's retreating footsteps echoes through the vast space, mixing with the hurried movements of his remaining guards. Their fear is palpable, a delicious scent that makes my blood sing with anticipation.

"Hunt them. Hunt them all."

The voices are clearer now, a symphony of darkness that guides my every move. My fingers trace the outline of the canister strapped to my thigh, hidden beneath the crystallized jersey that once represented unity but now marks me as something else entirely.

A Queen who brings not just havoc, but strategic chaos.

The gasoline slips from the carefully modified release valve, leaving a trail behind me like a serpent's path. Each drop is measured, calculated – just like every other aspect of this elaborate dance I've orchestrated.

"Find her!" Domino's voice carries from somewhere ahead, tinged with desperation. "Don't let her near any exits!"

*Oh, sweet brother. You still think you're in control.*

A guard appears from behind a stack of crates, his gun raised but his hands trembling. Amateur. I move before he can even register my presence, Knifey finding a home between his ribs. He goes down with barely a whimper, adding to the growing collection of bodies I've left in my wake.

"She's over here!" Another guard calls out, and I can't help but smile.

*Let's play.*

I dart between the shadows, my movements fluid and precise. The gasoline continues to drip, creating patterns across the concrete floor that only I can see – a web of destruction waiting to be ignited.

Two more guards round the corner, and I'm already moving. The first one's neck snaps under my hands with practiced ease. The second manages to fire a shot that grazes my arm, but the pain only feeds the fury coursing through my veins. I drive my knee into his throat, feeling cartilage crush beneath the impact.

"You're only making this worse for yourself!" Domino's voice echoes again, closer now. "Just give up, Iva!"

I laugh, the sound bouncing off metal walls like broken glass. "Giving up was never my strong suit, big brother. You made sure of that!"

***"Make him suffer. Make him burn."***

The voices grow more insistent, and I welcome their darkness. They've been my constant companions through years of torment, and now they guide me toward my vengeance.

I find another guard trying to flank me. This one's different – better trained, more composed. He manages to land a solid hit that sends me stumbling backward, but I recover quickly. We trade blows in a deadly dance, each strike precise and calculated.

"You're good," he grunts, blocking one of my kicks.

I smile, tasting blood on my lips. "I had excellent teachers."

His eyes widen as I switch styles mid-fight, moving from formal martial arts to the street fighting Zander taught me. The change catches him off guard, and Knifey finds his jugular with practiced precision. As he falls, I notice his tactical vest and quickly strip it off him.

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