Darius moved like death itself—silent, inevitable, and utterly without mercy. His hand shot out from the shadows, catching the second assassin's throat in an iron grip before the man could even gasp.The other hand grabbed the assassin's weapon hand, twisting the wrist at an angle that made the suppressed pistol point harmlessly away.The assassin's eyes went wide with shock and terror, his mouth opening to shout a warning—but Darius's grip on his throat was already crushing his windpipe, cutting off all sound except a faint, wet gurgle.The struggle lasted less than five seconds.Darius applied precise pressure to the carotid arteries, cutting off blood flow to the brain.The assassin's eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and then Darius gave one final, brutal twist.CRACK.The sound of the assassin's neck breaking was barely louder than a twig snapping. Darius lowered the body to the floor with careful silence, making sure the pistol didn't clatter against the tiles.One down.Ups

Darius stood over the assassin's corpse, his expression unreadable as he studied the foam still bubbling from the dead man's lips. The acrid smell of cyanide hung in the air of his new villa, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. Beside him, Aria wiped her blade clean with practiced efficiency, her face as cold as winter frost."Amateurs," she muttered, nudging one of the other bodies with her boot. "Whoever sent these dogs didn't think much of us."Darius pulled out his phone, the screen illuminating his sharp features in the dim light. With quick precision, he snapped several photos of the dead assassins—their faces, their weapons, the tattoos marking their organization. His fingers moved across the screen, forwarding the images to a secure contact."Let's see who's foolish enough to send trash like this to my doorstep," he said quietly, his voice carrying an edge that could cut steel.They didn't have to wait long. Within minutes, Darius's phone buzzed with an incoming message

Within seconds, more security guards began pouring out of the boutique's various entrances.They came from side doors, from the parking garage, from inside the main hall.Ten, fifteen, twenty—the number kept growing until Darius and Aria found themselves surrounded by what looked like a small army of black-suited security personnel.Haley's confidence seemed to return with the reinforcements.She smiled viciously, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction."Now let's see how tough you are when it's not just one guard, you filthy animals! You wanted to make a scene? Fine! We'll give everyone here a show they'll never forget—the sight of two worthless dogs getting the beating they deserve!""I'm actually recording this," Peter announced gleefully, holding up his phone."I want to capture every moment of your humiliation. I want to watch it again and again, seeing you two pathetic losers get destroyed. This will be my new favorite video!"The security guards closed in, forming a tigh