Page 120 of Savage Throne
I had no fucking idea you were that good with a gun.
Thank God I hadn’t given her a gun on Mount Utopia weeks ago. She might have shot my cock off with how annoying I had been.
I swallowed.
Either way, she had proven herself stronger than any of them expected, silencing dissent with a bullet and claiming a throne drenched in blood.
I fucking love you.
My chest tightened as I thought back to this morning when Chen had first shown me the footage. He’d brought in the additional televisions, insisting I see what the world was watching.
I had made it through three seconds of her being chased by Yan’s men before my fist shattered one of the screens.
I should have been there to kill them, not you. Never you. I didn’t want you to have to pick up a gun and touch the trigger. I am supposed to be the one that protects you.
After I broke the tv, the attendants had scurried to replace it while Chen muttered something about controlling my temper.
But how could I?
How could I sit there and watch her transform into something darker, something colder, knowing it was a transformation she might never come back from?
I turned my gaze to the ceiling, drawing in a slow, deliberate breath.
Are you okay, Moni? Do you need me?
There was a philosophical conflict brewing in my mind, one I couldn’t shake no matter how hard I tried.
Was this change in Moni for the better?
Had she stepped into her power, embracing the ruthlessness necessary to survive in our world?
Or was she now being consumed by it, bit by bit, until the woman I loved was nothing more than a memory?
I didn’t know.
What I did know was that I would love her regardless.
Whether she became a legend who ruled with an iron fist, or a woman haunted by the ghosts of what she had done, it didn’t matter.
She was mine.
She would always be mine.
And I would walk through fire for her, with her, no matter what shape her soul took.
I swallowed.
The televisions continued to play the muted footage, but I looked away, turning my attention inward.
This is why you could never be allowed to live, Father. You’re a piece of shit—a murdering bastard.And you took it too damn far, killing Yan and pushing Moni.
My thoughts drifted to the hours I’d spent today in relentless preparation. Aunt Min had been merciless, testing my reflexes, pushing my endurance. Aunt Suzi had joined in, her sharp tongue offering both corrections and encouragement as we moved through the traditional forms.
Even Hu had stepped in to spar with me, his strikes precise and brutal.
I was ready.
My body was honed, my mind sharp.
