Chapter 2

The massive open field instantly filled with an oppressive aura.

My sisters and I were surrounded by hundreds of guns, as if a single 'no' would mean our heads rolling.

The billionaire and the High Command, initially furious with us, eventually grew so disappointed that they washed their hands of our fate.

They left us to Brittany's mercy.

"Zara, maybe we should just give in? She's always been disgusting, always trying to steal credit. We're just subordinates, and we don't have the power to fight them." Skye pleaded, her voice laced with resentment.

But I wouldn't back down. Not to them. Instead, I stood defiant, ready to fight them to the death.

Because whenever I was away, that useless Brittany, with Damon's backing, constantly bullied and suppressed my sisters.

And now, she wanted to steal our credit too.

Now I was back, and we'd lost two sisters on this mission.

I would never let them die for nothing. And I would certainly never let them be called useless.

The mercenaries before me were all strangers, new faces Damon had brought in, specifically to challenge me.

He had also secretly sent my loyal people on dangerous missions while I was away, leading to their deaths.

Did he truly think I didn't know? I wasn't stupid.

The mercenary group was founded by my mother. She was the true leader, though Damon seemed to have forgotten that.

His current position? I gave it to him. For Brittany to claim the entire mercenary group belonged to Damon was utter bullshit.

Brittany, thinking I was intimidated, smirked, a triumphant, arrogant sneer spreading across her face.

"See, Zara? This is what happens when you try to steal my glory. You'll be riddled with bullets."

She walked closer, sneering, and mockingly patted my face.

"As long as Damon is here, I, Brittany, can strut around like I own the place. You wouldn't even dare to blink without my permission, understand?"

"You used to be a legend here, so what? Now, Damon calls the shots. The High Command favors him. And while you were gone, we slowly but surely took over your territory, seized control of the mercenaries. They only listen to Damon's orders. As for you, you're just a puppet with no real power! Hahahaha!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she grabbed a knife and slashed at Skye, deliberately tearing her clothes, just to humiliate us.

"Isn't this just infuriating? You risk your life on every mission, but don't get a single bit of credit. It all just flows straight to me!"

I've never been one to act impulsively or lose my temper easily, but this disgusting behavior was beyond unbearable.

I was about to throw another punch at that bitch when Brittany pointed her gun at my sisters' heads.

"I know you're capable, but I'm curious. Which is faster, your fist or my bullet?"