Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Peekaboo!

"With pleasure," she hissed, knives whining with fresh hunger as she vaulted a column—boots scraping stone, leaping alcove-to-alcove like a shadowed predator closing in on wounded prey.

I charged the wall—fingers digging into marble handholds, crumbling chunks raining dust as I scaled fifty feet in heartbeats.

Bullets chased me in drumfire on my back: thuds blooming welts, one cracking my helmet visor into a spiderweb, vision tinting red haze.

"Keep shooting, boys—I’m collecting bruises for my scrapbook!"

Top alcove—first sniper prone, scope glinting, bolt racking slow as he tried to track my impossible speed. I blurred in before he could squeeze. Boot stomped his rifle, barrel bending into a U-shape with a metallic scrape. The backfire bloomed orange, flash-melting his face into charred meat.

"Peekaboo!" I grabbed his ankle and hurled him over the edge—body pinwheeling, screams dopplering down before the bone-shatter thud echoed up. Limbs splayed in wrong origami angles. "Splat goes the weasel!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Second sniper—balcony opposite, crack-crack bursts trying to pin Ava down below. Rounds stitched air around me, one punching gut—suit absorbing the sledgehammer blow, internals jolting with queasy heat, bile rising copper-flavored in my throat.

"Gut shot? Bold! My turn." I leapt the chasm—air whooshing past, landing on his rail with a crash that bent metal screaming. He scrambled back, firing wild—bullets whiffing past my ears in hot kisses.

I snatched the scope, yanking the rifle free from his grip. "Borrowed!" Swung it like a club—stock cratering his helmet, skull imploding with a mush crunch, brain extruding through the cracks in thick paste, eyeballs bulging then bursting in juicy pops.

"Eye see you!"

Ava’s voice echoed from below, breathless and excited. "Eros! Rat’s tunneling deeper—smells like piss and panic!"

Dmitri’s shout echoed distant from the vault corridor: "You’ll die screaming, freak! My empire will—"

"Empire of cowards!" I bellowed back, vaulting down in a crater-landing that sent shockwaves toppling two mercs Ava had been herding—knees reverse-snapping with wet cracks. She carved one mid-fall: knife through eye socket with a squelch, twisting to scramble the gray matter.

"Nice stir-fry!" I called.

"Thanks! Now get the rat before he finds a hole!"

We flanked the vault entrance together—heavy reinforced door, half-open, Dmitri’s labored breathing audible from inside. Furniture scraped frantic, his sobs wheezing, trying to barricade himself.

I booted the door—it exploded inward in a hail of splinters and bent metal. Dmitri bolted deeper into the vault maze, limping badly, blood trailing from his wounded leg, torn suit showing an ass-cheek flap flopping.

"Run, rat, run!" I called after him. "Tag—you’re it!"

But I wasn’t chasing yet. I reached to my belt, fingers finding the nano-cable spool—metallic rope, thin as wire but strong as steel cable, fifty meters coiled tight. Activated with a thumb-press, the smart-rope came alive, magnetic head seeking, propulsion jets hissing.

I hurled it forward like a spear. The rope uncoiled mid-flight, serpent-fast, following Dmitri’s heat signature through the vault corridor. He heard the hiss, turned to look—

The cable wrapped his ankle in three quick loops, magnetically locking to itself, contracting tight enough to cut circulation but not sever. Auto-tension engaged, and suddenly Dmitri was yanked off his feet with a yelp.

"What—no! NO!"

I gripped the other end of the rope, planted my boots, and pulled.

Dmitri came sliding back down the corridor, screaming, hands scrabbling for purchase on smooth vault floor. His nose hit marble first with a pulping mush explosion, teeth scattering like ivory hail, blood spraying in a fan.

The rope dragged him relentless, skin abrading into raw strips where exposed flesh met stone, screams going raw-throated.

"Leash for the rat!" I called cheerfully, reeling him in hand-over-hand.

Ava vaulted over supply crates to cut off any side exits, knives ready, but there was nowhere for Dmitri to go. The nano-cable had him pinned, and I was the anchor he couldn’t escape.

I dragged him all the way back to the atrium entrance, his struggles weakening, his face a mask of blood and snot and tears.

"There we go," I said, standing over him as he lay gasping. "Much better. Now you’re not going anywhere."

Crack!

The sniper round slammed into my neck from an impossible angle—a shot from deep in the vault maze, from a position we hadn’t cleared. Suit absorbed the sledgehammer impact, but the force snapped my head sideways, bruise fire exploding through my shoulder, blood trickling hot down my collar.

"VOLKOV!" I roared toward the darkness. "That you, you rooftop cocksucker? Keep ’em coming—I’m collecting souvenirs!"

"Stay!" I commanded, like he was a disobedient dog.

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