Page 40 of Rule
"Okay," I announce, my voice ringing out with authority, knowing I need to get this over with one way or another. "It's time. Let's show the Inner Circle that their reign is over, and a new era is beginning – with me at the helm."
With that, I stride out of the house, placing the earpiece snugly in my ear, and slide into the Range Rover, my lovers following closely behind. The moment of truth has arrived, and I'm ready to prove myself as the leader Origin deserves.
* * *
When the sun begins to set, casting ominous shadows across the abandoned warehouse district. A chilling wind howls through the empty streets, carrying with it whispers of danger and the scent of impending bloodshed. While I was passed out from exhaustion, Max called out the Inner Circle on my behalf. There is no getting away from it now. This is it.
As I approach the designated location for the battle – a decrepit building whose crumbling walls and shattered windows bear testament to its long-forgotten glory, I can feel the tension in the air, electric and intense.
"Be careful, Scarlet," Max whispers into my ear, the earpiece he gave me uncomfortable and sending shivers down my spine. “We are watching from a nearby building. Eyes on you, okay? These men won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to keep their power."
"Max is right," Tristan adds, his voice low and full of concern. "But you’ve got this, dirty girl. Your Master has a hard cock that needs a wet pussy, and I order you to come out of this alive.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, trying not to laugh as I hear him chuckle on the other end of the line.
But what he was trying to accomplish has worked. I’ve relaxed slightly, which was sorely needed.
Stepping inside the building, the darkness within is suffocating, but I refuse to let fear take hold of me. My heart races as my senses become hyper aware of every sound, every shifting shadow. I know that any moment now, I will come face-to-face with the Inner Circle.
"We’re with you," Hugo murmurs.
“Good luck,” Adam adds.
Alone in the silence, I steel myself for what's to come, gripping my weapons tightly as my thoughts race.
I will not fail them.
I will take down the Inner Circle and claim my place as Overseer to rule Origin in a respectful and contemporary way.
"Ah, Scarlet," a sinister voice resonates through the darkness that sounds so familiar, I roll my eyes.
Six imposing figures emerge from the shadows, their expressions cold and calculating. "We heard rumors it was you. We’ve been expecting you."
"Of course you have,Lucius,” I retort, my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "You're afraid of losing your power to adoll, but it's time for a change, assholes."
"Bold words," another one of them sneers. "But do you truly believe you can defeat us? We are the Inner Circle – we hold the reins of Origin, and we will not relinquish them without a fight."
Okay, this is creepy as fuck, and now I want to get to the action fast before I lose my courage and run.
"Then a fight is what you'll get," I say defiantly, my determination burning brighter than ever.
"Very well," another member of the Inner Circle replies. "Let the battle commence."
The air is heavy with tension, and my heart thumps in my chest as I see the six men of the Inner Circle emerge from the shadows.
Without hesitation, I launch a flurry of throwing stars at them with a whip-quick flick of my wrist, watching as the lethal projectiles spin through the air and embed themselves into the bodies of my assailants. They keep approaching, although their movements are slowed by pain-filled grunts.
Knowing I’m going to have to get my hands dirty and do this up close and personal, I draw my knives and charge, each step carefully calculated yet swift. Ducking under a wild swing, I feel my blade slice through an attacker's thigh and bring him down. A second assailant lunges with a knife, but I grab his wrist and twist it until the weapon clatters away. With a powerful kick to his chest, I send him flying backward. My movements are steady, calculated, and powerful. It gives me the strength to carry on fighting.
“Nice moves,” Miles murmurs in my ear. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Never,” I retort.
But the Inner Circle is relentless.
A heavy blow lands on my shoulder, followed by a sharp kick to my ribs. Crying out in pain, I refuse to be deterred. With a surge of adrenaline, I fight back, my knives flashing in the dim light as they cut through the air and find their targets.
In the chaos of the melee, I barely register the searing pain in my side as a blade finds its way past my defenses. Clutching the wound, feeling the sticky blood, I forget it and fight through the pain, using every ounce of strength and skill to overcome my adversaries.
