Part 2: The Night They Came
The night was too still.
No wind.
No sound.
Just silence…
Before destruction.
Inside the Mansion
Everyone was in position.
Guards stationed.
Lights dimmed.
Weapons ready.
Ethan sat in front of multiple screens.
Eyes sharp.
Focused.
"They're here."
He said quietly.
Damian stood behind him.
Calm.
Unmoving.
"How many?"
"Six cars."
A pause.
"…Heavily armed."
Damian nodded once.
"Let them come in."
Ethan turned slightly.
"…You sure?"
"Yes."
His voice was cold.
"They don't leave."
Outside — Mansion Gate
The cars stopped.
Engines cutting off one by one.
Doors opened.
Men stepped out.
Armed.
Dangerous.
At the center—
Their leader.
He looked up at the mansion.
Smirking.
"Bring her out…"
He muttered.
Inside — Amelia's Room
Amelia stood frozen.
Her heart racing.
She could feel it.
They were here.
The past had found her.
Ethan burst into the room suddenly.
"Hey."
She turned quickly.
"They're here, right?"
He didn't lie.
"Yeah."
A pause.
"But you're not going anywhere."
She shook her head slightly.
"You don't understand—"
"I do."
He cut in.
"They want you."
His voice softened slightly.
"But they're not getting you."
Their eyes met.
For a moment—
Everything else faded.
Then—
Gunshots.
Loud.
Sudden.
The attack had started.
Main Hall — Chaos Begins
Glass shattered.
Bullets tore through the air.
Men shouting.
Running.
Damian moved through it all.
Like a shadow.
Precise.
Deadly.
Every movement calculated.
Every shot accurate.
Lucas fought beside him.
Efficient.
Brutal.
"Left!"
Lucas shouted.
Damian turned instantly—
Taking down two men.
The enemies pushed forward.
Desperate.
"They're heading inside!"
One guard shouted.
Damian's eyes darkened.
"No one gets upstairs."
His voice cut through the chaos.
Upstairs — Hallway
Ethan stood in front of Amelia.
Blocking her.
"You stay behind me."
She frowned.
"You don't have to do this."
He glanced back at her.
"I know."
A pause.
"…I want to."
Footsteps echoed.
Fast.
Coming closer.
Ethan's expression hardened.
"Stay back."
Two armed men appeared at the end of the hallway.
They spotted them instantly.
"There!"
Gunshots rang out.
Ethan pulled Amelia down.
Taking cover.
His heart pounded.
But his hands—
Steady.
He grabbed a weapon from the side table.
"…Stay low."
He stepped out.
And fired.
The first man dropped.
The second tried to return fire—
But missed.
Ethan moved fast.
Another shot.
Silence.
Both men down.
He stood there.
Breathing hard.
Amelia stared at him.
"You…"
"I told you."
He said.
"…I'm useful."
Despite everything—
She almost smiled.
Downstairs — Final Stand
Only a few enemies remained.
Their leader stepped forward.
Facing Damian.
"You should have handed her over."
Damian wiped the blood from his hand.
"And let you walk away?"
A cold smile.
"No."
The man laughed darkly.
"She doesn't belong to you."
Damian's eyes turned deadly.
"She's under my protection."
A pause.
"That means she's untouchable."
Silence.
Then—
They attacked.
The final clash.
Fast.
Brutal.
And within seconds—
It was over.
The leader dropped to his knees.
Defeated.
Damian stood over him.
Unshaken.
"Take him."
His voice cold.
"Alive."
Aftermath
The mansion fell quiet again.
But this time—
Not peaceful.
After war.
Ethan walked Amelia downstairs slowly.
She looked around.
At the damage.
At the blood.
Then at Damian.
"…It's over?"
Damian looked at her.
"For tonight."
A pause.
"But this isn't finished."
And everyone knew it.
Because once war begins—
It never truly ends.
To be continued…