My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 221

But that’s not how the people Kisha saved see it. They were all worried, knowing full well the ruthlessness of Alex and his men. With only Kisha visible on the other side, they began to believe that her men were indeed using her as bait and a sacrifice to eliminate all the Coltons.

They couldn’t bear the thought of being saved only to see their savior die, especially the young man whom Kisha had rescued from certain death. Gripping his clothes tightly, he stood upright, ready to rush past the Winters’ men. Fortunately, just as he reached the door, someone managed to pull him back, out of harm’s way.

When the Coltons’ men saw a shadow emerging from the door, they immediately opened fire while Kisha stood in front. Luckily, the bullets didn’t graze her as they weren’t aimed at her. Thanks to the timely intervention, the young man was pulled back just in time, sparing him from being riddled with bullets.

The young man shuddered as he glanced back at the wall riddled with bullet holes. Had he not been pulled back in time, his fate might have mirrored that wall. Regret and fear washed over him as he realized how close he had come to death—a life Kisha had snatched from the grim reaper’s grasp with great effort. Now, filled with worry, he shouted out, fearing that Kisha too might have been hit.

"No!!!" The young man shouted, struggling against the grip of the Winters’ men.

"Young man, calm down! Our Young Madam is fine. They’re aiming at your head, not hers. She won’t stand there to be shot at if things go south. Just stay back and wait. Acting rashly will only endanger her," said the man who had stopped him, his teeth gritted in frustration, barely containing his own anger.

"That’s right! Do you think we liked hearing that? Hell no! That fucking lunatic will get what he deserves, but we’ve got to trust in the Young Madam!" said another man standing nearby. He tightened his grip on his dagger and closed his eyes in determination.

The Winters’ men collectively took a deep breath, their attention fully on the task at hand, awaiting Kisha’s signal before rushing in. They had unwavering faith in their Young Madam; witnessing her actions from outside the shelter gave them a glimpse into her temperament and approach.

They recognized how she mirrored their master’s demeanor and actions—meticulous yet capable of ruthless decisiveness when circumstances demanded.

They all felt reassured to follow her command even without Duke’s explicit order, willingly placing their trust in her leadership. Kisha proved herself as a competent woman who complements their master’s leadership style.

"Ha! I didn’t realize you were so eager to see my men meet their end," Kisha retorted, her voice laced with sarcasm and taunt as she faced Alex. She hadn’t expected one of the rescued individuals to dart towards her side, but one of her men swiftly intervened, pulling the impulsive soul back just in time to prevent a potential disaster.

"Why spare any of them when they’re taking you away from me?" Alex’s voice was eerily calm yet filled with crazed determination. "I won’t prolong this just to savor the sight of you tied to my bed. I’ll relish every inch of you, hearing your cries of passion beneath me.

I would fuck you good and proper until you submit to me like anyone else." He licked his lips hungrily, gazing at Kisha, unaware that his words sealed his own fate, marking the beginning of his downfall.

"Why don’t you drop your gun?" Kisha’s voice dripped with mockery. She glanced briefly at the people behind Alex before fixing him with a deadly glare. "Or you’ll end up on the floor like them if you even think about aiming at me."

Without a word, Alex released his grip on his gun and took a step back. He knew he had lost, yet he couldn’t comprehend how. With superior numbers and the only exit blocked, he had expected to have the upper hand. His plan was to corner Kisha in the garden, eliminate her men, and claim her as his prize while disposing of the rest of his male captives and gifting the female to his own people.

Little did Alex expect that Kisha had no intention of fleeing. Instead, she had orchestrated a plan to gather all of the Coltons’ men in one place, setting the stage for Duke to exact his revenge.

"Alright, Winters’ men! Gather up these trash and secure them tightly before they meet their just end!" Kisha’s commanding voice reverberated through the enclosed garden, followed by the footsteps of her advancing team.

"Winters? You’re with the Winters?!" Alex asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Not only is she allied with the Winters, but she also happens to be my wife!" Duke’s voice, laced with anger yet restrained, echoed from the entrance leading from the outside. Alex and Kisha both turned towards the entrance to see Duke, no longer in disguise, clad in black trousers, shirt and leather shoes, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, walking deliberately towards them.