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This was who I was.

This was what I did.

And Truth was going to have to decide if she could live with that.

It was best I gave her time to think. I needed to see how she handled this. Actually seeing me in action. That taking a life is like breathing to me when it came to her or our babies.

This was her new reality.

I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut, the leather hot against my back. My hands rested on the steering wheel, and I stared through the windshield at the brick house—at the closed door, at the life I was trying to build inside those walls.

I got in my car and reached for the ignition.

My phone rang.

The sound cut through the silence, sharp and immediate. I glanced at the screen.

Truth.

I answered on the second ring, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Yeah?”

“Where are you going?”

Her voice was sharp. But underneath it, I heard the tremor—the fear she was trying to bury beneath anger.

“I’m giving you time to process,” I said quietly. “Giving you space.”

“Space.” She repeated the word like it tasted bitter. “You think shooting Kaisen and then leaving is giving me space?”

“Bae.”

“We are not handling our problems like this.” Her voice cut through mine, firm and unyielding. “Get your ass back to the house. Now.”

The line went dead.

I sat there for a moment, staring at the phone in my hand.

She’d hung up on me.

Told me what to do.

And I was going to do it.

I exhaled slowly, a sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

That’s what she did to me.

She called, and I came.

She demanded, and I obeyed.

Not because I was weak. Not because she controlled me.

But because when it came to her, I chose to bend.

The sirens were louder now—close enough that I could see the flashing lights reflecting off the neighboring houses.