3.Chapter 3 Way Out Of Your League
Neil shoved Ethan to the floor, but his greedy eyes were already fixed on the girl in front of him. He thought lustfully, ‘Tsk, she’s so hot. She’ll sell for a fortune.’
Step by step, Neil walked toward Luna, his plan forming with every stride. He mused, ‘I have to grab the chick. No way I’m letting money slip away.’
Neil had been with Penumbra Group for over ten years, dealing in human trafficking the whole time. Anyone who made it into Penumbra was no amateur, and in his mind, the girl in front of him was just a fragile little thing.
Without hesitation, Neil lunged at Luna. But in the blink of an eye, Luna slipped aside, dodging with effortless grace.
Neil froze, his gut telling him something was off. He wondered, ‘My buddies are posted outside. How the hell did she get in here?’
“Who the hell are you? Do you even know who we are?” Neil snapped. After all, no one had ever dared mess with Penumbra’s business.
“You don’t deserve to know who I am,” Luna shot back, her voice sharp with fury. The sight of Ethan’s blood-stained face only fueled her rage.
“You’re asking for it,” Neil growled. He had always thrived in danger. Ever since he joined Penumbra, he didn’t fear death at all.
He lunged again, trying to overpower Luna. But against Luna’s overwhelming strength, he looked like nothing more than a clown.
Panic flickered in Neil’s eyes. He was a Three-Star Martial Artist—a title that carried weight even inside Penumbra. With that rank, he was used to throwing his weight around.
Yet now, facing Luna, he realized she hadn’t even struck him, and he already felt crushed under her presence.
Knowing he couldn’t win hand-to-hand, Neil yanked the gun from his belt and aimed it squarely at Luna’s forehead.
Neil sneered, “Yeah, you’re tough. But against a gun? Doesn’t matter how good you fight. Now, tie yourself up, or I’ll blow your brother’s brains out.”
He swung the gun toward Ethan, pressing the barrel against his head.
Luna’s eyes flashed with mockery. “If you’re that eager to die, I’ll be happy to help you.” In a heartbeat, she moved before Neil could even blink. With a single step and a lightning-fast grab, the gun was in Luna’s hands.
“Wanna match guns with me, huh? I’m way out of your league,” Luna scoffed. She then squeezed the trigger, shooting toward Neil’s thigh.
The whole movement had taken less than thirty seconds. By the time Neil realized what had happened, Luna was already kneeling beside Ethan.
She carefully held him into her arms, her touch uncharacteristically gentle as she wiped the blood from his face. “Ethan? Can you hear me?”
It had been five years since Luna left the Blackwood family. She’d seen photos of Ethan, but this was the first time in years she held her little brother in person.
Ethan grabbed Luna’s hand and stared at her face with wide eyes. He muttered inwardly, ‘It’s her. The same face in the photo by Mom’s bed. Every night, Mom stares at it while she cries.’
By chance, Ethan found Luna’s number and made that desperate call.
Ethan begged, “Luna, come home with me, please? I miss you so much. Mom misses you too.”
He had asked his mother over and over why Luna never came back. However, his mother never answered but only cried. Ethan even started to wonder if Luna didn’t love them anymore, so she stayed away from home.
