I've seen a lot in my life. I've seen deals gone wrong, threats made and broken, men who thought they were untouchable fall like nothing. I've seen Section E handle chaos, seen my brothers fight for pride, seen Percy charge in and laugh in the face of danger.
But nothing. Nothing prepared me for her.
Jay moved like a hurricane tonight. Not playful, not teasing. Not the loud chaos I'd gotten used to at HVIS. This was… pure predator energy. Every step, every swing, every calculated shot—it was all murder in slow motion, but controlled. Controlled enough to keep everyone I care about alive, but brutal enough to leave everyone who dared touch her broken on the floor.
I'd never seen her like that.
I'd fought alongside her. I'd seen her kill before. I'd even been shocked when she eliminated Keizer —but this? This was different. This wasn't tactical. This was personal. This was her past, every memory of fear, every echo of abuse she'd buried, coming out all at once. And I stood there, right behind her, trying to be the shield, and I felt my chest tighten.
Because no one—not even me—deserved to see this version of her.
When forty of his men came at us, my heart jumped, but I didn't hesitate. I moved like I always did, blocking attacks aimed at her, shoving men out of the way, keeping my body between Jay and danger. She didn't even glance at me. She didn't need me to direct her. She was a force of nature. A hurricane that everyone froze in front of, wondering if they'd survive.
I heard Section E shouting her name, hesitating, unsure how to stop the madness without getting in her way.
I understood. I wanted to scream too. But I couldn't. I needed to be her shield, her anchor in the storm she had unleashed.
I caught her eye for a fraction of a second as she advanced toward him. Her stepfather. The man who ruined years of her life. The man who had the audacity to think he could threaten her or the people she loved again.
Her eyes—my god, her eyes—they were blazing with fire. Revenge so raw, so unfiltered, it scared even me. And yet, in that same second, I felt something I've never felt before: absolute trust. She didn't speak. She didn't explain. She didn't hesitate. She just knew I would be there. That I would protect her. That I would fight with her.
I swear I could feel her heartbeat sync with mine.
When she fired the first shot, slow, deliberate, right at him… I felt the entire air shift. Everyone froze. Even her stepfather's men, who thought they were hardened, experienced fighters, faltered. And yet, I kept moving. Shoving one man, taking a hit meant for her, blocking another attack. Because no one—no one—was allowed to touch her.
I've protected her countless times before. But this… this wasn't protection. This was awe. Fear. Pride. And something else. Something dangerous. Something I can't name.
I watched as her fury burned through the warehouse. Every man who had dared touch anyone she cared about was down. Every scream, every threat, every insult she had ever suffered? Paid back tenfold. She didn't smile. She didn't celebrate. She was calm. Methodical. Merciless.
And I stood there, chest heaving, arms aching from holding men back, and I realized something terrifying and beautiful at once: I had never seen her truly untethered. And I never wanted to see her like that again. But part of me also… wanted to.
When it was over, she holstered her guns slowly. Every breath deliberate. Her chest rose and fell, but she didn't waver. Not even when everyone's eyes were on her, awed, terrified, unable to fully comprehend what they had just witnessed.
She turned slightly and scanned the warehouse. Her friends were alive. Section E was breathing. Her brothers were safe. Keifer. My hand brushed against hers instinctively, and she didn't flinch.
I wanted to tell her she was amazing. I wanted to tell her she was terrifying. I wanted to tell her I loved her, in every language I knew, and that I'd follow her anywhere.
But all I did was stay close. Silent. Present. Her shield. Her anchor.
When she finally spoke, it was soft. Low. Not playful, not teasing, not the chaos I had grown used to.
"You're alive," she said to the girls.
"That's all that matters."
Her voice cracked just slightly. I swear it was the tiniest sound, and yet it shattered me. Because behind all the rage, behind all the vengeance, behind the fire and the fury… she cared so much.
I stepped closer. "I've got you," I said. "Always."
She didn't smile. She didn't even glance at me again. But I could feel it. That connection. That bond. That chaos and loyalty that no one, not even her stepfather, could touch.
Everyone moved cautiously, checking for stragglers, making sure the girls, Section E, Aces, and her brothers were safe. I stayed at her side. Watching. Silent. Breath steadying. Body tense.
Because I knew—Jay is a storm. I can protect her. I can fight with her. But she doesn't need me. And that terrifies me more than anything.
She doesn't forgive. She doesn't forget. She destroys. And I've seen it. Tonight, I've seen the woman she can be. And I know… I've never seen the full depth yet.
And I also know something else:
I'd follow her into fire. Into blood. Into anything. And I'd do it without question.
Because that's Jay. That's the chaos. That's the danger. That's the only truth I've ever wanted.
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It's just a teaser for next chapter so be ready 😏😏
If you loved how even keifer was surprised to see jay like this then you'll like next chapter too 😁
Ready to see next episode today.
Well I am not i don't wanna see jays past.
It's horrifying
" Jay ka past rula deta hai yar " - hindi
Meaning
" Jays past makes us cry bro "
Sorry for not uploading yesterday i was feeling so sleepy so i couldn't write but I wrote to chapter today as compensation.