The room pulsed with a charged energy as the leader’s words settled into the minds of every Night Viper present. Each woman understood the weight of the assignment. Logan Brooks was not just any target—he was the Iron Hand, a man who had crushed every challenge, outwitted every enemy, and survived the impossible. And yet, now he had become their shared focus, a puzzle that required total coordination, precision, and ruthlessness.Sophia straightened her spine, feeling the familiar heat of determination rise in her chest. She glanced at Ava, whose eyes mirrored her own—sharp, calculating, and dangerously ambitious. The two of them were aligned in purpose, bound by the shared desire to see Logan defeated and the Collins heritage reclaimed. But Sophia knew better than to underestimate the man they were after. This wasn’t a simple physical conquest; it would require strategy, intelligence, and subtle manipulation. Logan wasn’t someone who could be crushed with brute force alone.The leade

The control room felt colder.Not physically—but in a way that crept into the bones of everyone present. The confidence that once filled the space had thinned, replaced by something unfamiliar.Uncertainty.Sophia stood frozen, her eyes locked on the screen where the aftermath unfolded. Bodies of trained men—men they had trusted, men who had never failed before—were scattered across Logan’s living room like broken pieces of a plan that had gone terribly wrong.Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.“This… this doesn’t make any sense…” she whispered.Beside her, Ava remained still.But unlike Sophia, her gaze wasn’t filled with disbelief.It was sharp.Focused.Hungry.On the screen, Logan stood in the center of the destruction.Uninjured.Untouched.His breathing was steady, his posture relaxed—as though everything that had just happened had barely required effort.Charlotte remained behind him, still shaken, but no longer panicking. Her eyes were fixed on Logan, a mix of aw

Charlotte stirred from her uneasy sleep and rubbed her eyes.“They’re coming again,” Logan said quietly, more to himself than to her. “But this time… it’s different.”Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Different how?”Logan didn’t answer. He only tightened his grip on the heirloom.Miles away, Ava and Sophia moved like ghosts through the dimly lit hotel room. Every surface was covered in maps, screens, and security layouts of Logan’s compound. The Night Vipers had supplied them with detailed reports, and they had cross-checked everything with their underworld contacts.“This is the perfect plan,” Sophia whispered, pointing to a corridor on the layout. “If Logan is used to defending against multiple attackers, he won’t anticipate a single person moving carefully inside.”Ava nodded. “And if he’s used to reacting with raw power, he won’t anticipate strategy and stealth. That heirloom… it makes him dangerous, yes. But it doesn’t make him invincible against a carefully executed distraction.”Soph