The Explosion
Author: MDW
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Maia’s voice came sharp through the comm. “Louis, if you can’t shake him, you won’t make it to the safe corridor. I’m two minutes out, but that’s a lifetime in this kind of game.”

Louis’s mind worked in rapid silence. Then, in a movement as fluid as drawing breath, he grabbed a crate from under the galley counter and kicked it open. Inside—rows of sleek, silver drones, each the size of a dinner plate, their wings folded tight.

Scarlett blinked. “Please tell me those don’t serve hors d’oeuvres.”

Louis allowed the faintest smirk. “Not unless you consider guided micro-charges a delicacy.”

With a flick of his wrist, the drones launched from the crate, slipping out through the galley’s side hatch like a swarm of mechanical birds. The night sky lit briefly as they split into two arcs—one heading for the flanking ships, the other diving straight at Lucien’s vessel.

Through the forward viewport, Scarlett caught a glimpse of Lucien himself stepping onto the deck, watching the swarm come for hi
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  • The Explosion

    Maia’s voice came sharp through the comm. “Louis, if you can’t shake him, you won’t make it to the safe corridor. I’m two minutes out, but that’s a lifetime in this kind of game.”Louis’s mind worked in rapid silence. Then, in a movement as fluid as drawing breath, he grabbed a crate from under the galley counter and kicked it open. Inside—rows of sleek, silver drones, each the size of a dinner plate, their wings folded tight.Scarlett blinked. “Please tell me those don’t serve hors d’oeuvres.”Louis allowed the faintest smirk. “Not unless you consider guided micro-charges a delicacy.”With a flick of his wrist, the drones launched from the crate, slipping out through the galley’s side hatch like a swarm of mechanical birds. The night sky lit briefly as they split into two arcs—one heading for the flanking ships, the other diving straight at Lucien’s vessel.Through the forward viewport, Scarlett caught a glimpse of Lucien himself stepping onto the deck, watching the swarm come for hi

  • Trigger

    The yacht’s engines hummed beneath their feet, a steady counterpoint to the tension that suddenly thickened the air.Scarlett leaned back in her chair, her gaze never leaving Louis. “Put her on screen.”Louis tapped the console beside him, and Maia’s face filled the holographic display—a flicker of static, then sharp resolution. She was in a dimly lit safehouse, shadows shifting behind her.“Where are you?” Louis asked.“Doesn’t matter,” Maia said briskly. “What matters is this—Marcus Velentho isn’t gone. He’s moving shipments through the southern ports under an alias. And, Louis… he’s not alone. Someone with Assembly clearance is covering for him.”Scarlett’s hand stilled on her wine glass. “You’re saying the trial didn’t kill him politically.”Maia’s eyes darted to Scarlett, then back to Louis. “I’m saying he’s stronger now. And he knows you’re in open waters without an escort.”Louis stayed silent for a long moment, h

  • On the Yacht

    But she was already ending the call, her image vanishing into the black screen.He stood there for a long moment, phone still in hand, the sound of the sea pressing in against the yacht’s hull. Then he set the phone down, took a deep breath, and carried the plated dish out to Scarlett—his smile polite, his thoughts miles away.The silverware clinked softly as Scarlett cut into the perfectly seared scallop, her eyes never leaving Louis. The warm amber light from the deck lamps painted her in gold, her dark hair catching the sea breeze.“You’ve been quiet since you brought the food out,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with curiosity. “Something on your mind?”Louis swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep red catch the light. “Just thinking about the next course.”Scarlett arched a brow. “Mmm. And here I thought you were thinking about that call you took in the kitchen.”His gaze flickered to her, just for a second too long. She caught it.“Maia,” she said simply, leaning

  • Scarlett Jealous

    The yacht’s kitchen was alive with the scent of seared garlic and butter. Louis moved with practiced precision, flipping a salmon fillet in the pan while glancing at the oven timer. Outside the large window, the turquoise ocean stretched endlessly, the afternoon sun glinting off the waves.Scarlett sat at the marble counter, chin propped on her hand, quietly watching him. There was something strangely comforting about seeing Louis in this domestic setting—apron tied around his waist, sleeves rolled up, a faint smudge of flour on his wrist.“You’ve been hiding this skill from me,” she teased, her voice light.Louis smirked without looking up. “I told you I can cook. You just never believed me.”Before Scarlett could respond, his phone buzzed on the counter. The screen lit up with a video call request—Maia.Louis hesitated for a moment before wiping his hands and picking it up. “Hey, Maia,” he greeted, his tone warmer than Scarlett expected.On the screen, Maia’s face appeared, framed b

  • System Reboot

    Scarlett’s knees felt weak as she stood at Louis’s door.Her hand hovered over the handle for what felt like an eternity, her mind wrestling with the whirlwind inside her. She had run from him once, convinced that distance would heal her—but all it had done was deepen the ache.The door opened before she could knock.Louis stood there, hair slightly mussed, eyes shadowed by sleepless nights. For a second, neither of them spoke. The silence between them wasn’t empty—it was thick, alive, crackling with all the words they had swallowed for far too long.“You’re back,” he finally said, voice low, almost as if he didn’t trust the moment.Scarlett swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have left.”His jaw flexed, a storm brewing in his expression. “Do you have any idea what it was like? Not knowing if you were safe… not knowing if you’d ever walk back through that door?”Her throat tightened. “I do. Because I felt it too—every single day.”Louis stepped closer, close enough that she could feel his wa

  • Fralshpoint at Rue De Vinaigre

    The first bullet cracked through the front sign of Maison du Louis, shattering the elegant cursive script like sugar glass. The hum of electrified silence that followed didn’t last long—shadows moved, boots thundered across cobblestones, and Scarlett found herself ducking behind the espresso bar with her heart hammering in her ears.Louis had already moved. Like a ghost in an apron.He was no longer just a man who cooked risotto like poetry—he was a strategist, a warrior, a predator.The three women—code-named Trinity, Spice, and Echo—burst into motion as if they'd never left the field. Spice flipped the espresso counter, revealing a tactical wall lined with smoke bombs, tear gas, EMP pucks, and a few decidedly illegal blades shaped like oyster forks."Extraction in eight!" Trinity shouted, tossing Scarlett a small earbud. "Stay low, stay quiet, and for God’s sake—don’t move unless Louis tells you to!"“I used to be a lawyer,” Scarlett muttered, inserting the earpiece. “Now I’m in a s

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