Page 104 of Knot Their Arrangement

But the way she holds her hand out, patient and expectant...

She can't possibly want...

But then again, this is the woman who chose to lose her virginity to a stranger rather than save it for an arranged marriage.

Who ran from her wedding rather than submit to a fate others chose for her. Who witnessed me commit murder and still trusted me enough to approach.

Maybe we've been underestimating her capacity for darkness all along.

Ezekiel's smile transforms into something genuine and dangerous – the kind of expression that tells me he's riding the same wavelength of dark understanding.

It's a look I've seen before, usually right before we unleash hell on those who've crossed us. His hand moves to his pocket with deliberate slowness, letting the tension build like a coiling spring.

The others probably expect him to pull out that recording device from earlier, to wave more evidence of their crimes in their faces like the detective they think he is.

Instead, the metal of his gun gleams dully in the rain as he places it in Trouble's waiting hand. The weapon looks both wrong and right in her delicate grip – like a rose with steel thorns.

What happens next feels like slow motion and lightning speed simultaneously.

Her fingers wrap around the weapon with practiced ease –where did she learn that? When did my innocent Trouble become so lethal?– and before anyone can process what's happening, five shots ring out in rapid succession.

Well, holy flying fuck…

The sound echoes through the forest like thunder, but her aim is as precise as a surgeon's scalpel.

Each shot finds its mark with devastating accuracy as if she's been training for this moment her entire life. Five men drop instantly, each clutching leg wounds that speak of perfect placement.

Non-lethal but debilitating, the kind of shots that require both skill and intent.

She's hit major muscle groups, ensuring maximum pain with minimal risk of death.

Only the leader remains standing, staring down the barrel now pointed between his eyes. I can see the moment reality hits him – how badly he's misread this situation, how thoroughly they've underestimated what seemed like easy prey.

The empty click of the trigger makes him flinch – a sixth bullet that would have ended his life if the chamber hadn't been empty. The sound seems to echo in the rain-soaked air, a promise of what could have been.

Wow…what a sight.

Ezekiel whistles, low and appreciative, looking at Trouble with undisguised pride.

In all our years working together, I've rarely seen him show such open admiration.

"That's our girl," he praises, his voice carrying both possession and admiration. The words seem to hang in the air, marking this moment as something significant. "Always leave a wound for those who dare think we're prey instead of predators."

Something primal stirs in me at the sight – this perfect combination of her deadly efficiency and his approving words.

My cock hardens almost painfully fast, arousal hitting me like a physical blow. The juxtaposition of her traditional dress and lethal skill, the way she handled that weapon like an extension of herself... it's the hottest thing I've ever witnessed.

Even through years of street racing and underground fights, I've never seen anything quite so perfectly savage.

Her saree, still elegant despite being soaked through, now seems less like traditional garb and more like a warrior's costume.

The way the fabric moves with her, the subtle shift of muscle beneath silk – it all speaks of a predator's grace I never noticed before.

"I guess that's good enough," Ezekiel declares, turning his attention to the leader and his groaning men.

His voice carries that dangerous edge that makes hardened criminals wake up screaming. The tone reminds everyone why he's both respected and feared in our world.

"Five minutes. It's all you'll get to get out of our sight."

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