Blue sat in Xavier's car, raging.
The veins along her temples pulsed, her jaw tight. Xavier watched her carefully, every instinct in him suddenly alert. For the first time since meeting her, he admitted something to himself.
He had made a mistake. And he was sitting beside the most dangerous woman he had ever met.
"I'm the vigilante killer in the news," Blue said flatly.
Xavier looked at her.
The confession itself did not shock him. He had already pieced it together the moment she killed Detective Wayne. Wayne had enemies in the NSPD and around the city—but none like Blue.
What truly unsettled him was something else. Why was she telling him?
"It's not a secret," Blue said softly, almost bored. "My name is Blue."
She turned slightly toward him.
"And I'm here for one purpose." A faint smile touched her lips.
"Drink good booze… and kill the guilty."
Her fingers curled around the door handle. Then she paused.
Xavier was still silent.
Blue slowly turned her head back toward him, her eyes dark.
"So next time you want something …"
Her voice dropped lower.
"Or you want to know something about me..."
She leaned closer.
"Ask."
The door slammed so hard the entire car shuddered. Xavier stepped out immediately, checking the door out of instinct.
When he looked up again, Blue was already walking away down the road—calm, steady, unbothered.
Then realization struck him.
She had known. She had known from the beginning. She knew she was being followed. And she had calmly led his men into the bushes like prey walking into a trap.
***
Alexander had barely stepped into his room when the door suddenly opened. Catherine walked in without knocking.
He frowned immediately, halfway through removing his shirt.
"What happened to knocking?" he asked, pulling the shirt back down awkwardly.
"We're getting married soon," Catherine said as she approached him.
Her tone was controlled, but something in her eyes was tense.
"I need you to stop the purchase of Samuels Group."
Alexander frowned harder.
"What?"
"Don't buy it," she said. "It's simple."
"No."
The answer came instantly.
Catherine blinked. For a moment she thought she had misheard him.
"No… what?" she asked carefully.
"No," Alexander repeated calmly. "I'm not cancelling the bid." He reached for his phone.
"In fact, let me call Vivian now."
Catherine grabbed the phone out of his hand before he could dial. Alexander stared at her.
"Bring my phone."
Her grip tightened.
"No."
Her voice cracked slightly.
"This company… it's all that's left of her, Alex. I won't let anyone take it."
Alexander studied her face. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
"Her… who?" he asked quietly.
Catherine looked away.
"Just… please don't buy it."
Alexander exhaled slowly.
"Catherine, we've known each other since high school. Then college. Now we're about to get married."
He stepped closer.
"And not once—not once—have you told me anything about your family."
His voice hardened.
"I had to hear about them at dinner tonight like a stranger."
Catherine stiffened.
"What are you hiding?" he asked. "Why do you never talk about them?"
"Nothing," she said quickly, turning her head away.
Alexander stepped closer.
Catherine instinctively stepped back. She suddenly pushed the phone back into his hand.
"Please don't buy Samuels Group," she whispered.
Her hands were folded together in desperation and plea.
"I'm begging you."
"If our relationship means anything to you… please don't."
Alexander looked down at her trembling hands.
"Catty," he said quietly.
He wrapped his hand around hers. Her heart raced violently.
Then his expression hardened.
"We're about to get married."
He pulled his hands away.
"And if you're already hiding things from me…"
His voice went cold.
"Then maybe we should cancel this arrangement."
He walked past her.
Catherine gasped softly. The threat hung in the air. But even as fear gripped her—
One thought remained stronger. Samuels Group could not be sold.
Not to Alexander. Not to anyone.
***
Evan walked toward the house slowly, his thoughts tangled. Everything has felt wrong lately.
The vigilante killings.
Vicky.
The medication. The memories. The secrets.
His mind ran in circles.
So much that he barely noticed how quiet the house was.
Too quiet.
He pushed the door open. A faint creak echoed inside the kitchen.
Something felt… off.
Evan frowned slightly.
"Hello?"
No answer. He stepped inside.
Behind him—
A shadow moved. By the time Evan sensed something and began to turn—
A gloved hand clamped hard over his nose. The chemical smell hit instantly. Evan thrashed violently.
His arms swung, trying to fight.
But the grip was strong. Too strong.
His legs weakened. His lungs burned. His vision blurred as darkness crept inward. His last thought before everything faded—
Someone knew. Someone had been waiting.
***
Harvey sat inside his office surrounded by computers, files, and scattered paperwork.
The glow from multiple monitors illuminated his tired face.
He was working intensely, as if racing against time.
His phone rang.
Without looking, he answered.
"Is everything alright, honey?" he said gently. "I told you I'd be working late tonight."
The reply came immediately.
"Not for a second did I believe you'd be married with a child."
Harvey froze.
The voice was unfamiliar. Yet something about it crawled through his spine.
He stood slowly.
"Leave my family alone."
While speaking, he quietly sent a security alert from his desk console.
The voice chuckled softly.
"Really, Harvey?"
"So after everything you did to me… you think I should leave your family alone?"
The voice was calm.
Soft. Almost sweet. Sweet enough to make someone relax.
But Harvey felt cold.
Ice cold.
Then it hit him.
There was only one person whose voice sounded that gentle. That terrifyingly gentle.
"I assume that silence means you finally recognize me," the voice continued.
"What do you want?" Harvey asked, his voice breaking.
"That's new," the voice said, amused. "Most people ask how I'm alive."
Footsteps echoed somewhere in the building.
Slow. Measured.
"But you, Harvey… you went straight to business."
Blue appeared in the doorway.
She smiled. Like she had just walked into a friend's house.
Harvey rushed toward her, panic exploding in his chest.
"What did you do to my wife?" he demanded.
Blue casually pressed a phone against his chest.
"I borrowed it."
She walked past him into the office like she owned the place. Then she sat in his chair and placed her boots on his desk.
Comfortable. Relaxed. Dangerous.
Harvey followed slowly, his breathing uneven.
"Oh, by the way," Blue added lightly, scrolling through the phone she found on the desk.
"Your wife is very upset with you."
She tilted her head.
"Something about you neglecting your family for work."
She tossed the phone onto the desk.
Then she smiled wider.
"So let's talk about something more interesting."
Her eyes locked onto his.
"Murder."
Harvey felt his stomach drop.
Blue leaned forward slightly.
"Specifically... yours."