Queen Of Revenge And Glory (Victoria and Jackson) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

The hitman, who was just about to make his move on Julia, was caught completely off guard when Mara crashed through the window. He hadn’t noticed a single thing outside–when did someone get there?

Darell was just as shocked.

This meant there was now another complication in Julia’s death.

According to his script, Curtis was already unconscious and wouldn’t be waking up, so he could pin it on Victoria for drugging him.

But now, who the hell was this woman?

‘Is she here to rescue Julia?‘ Darell thought, his mind racing with suspicion.

‘Wait… How did this woman even know Julia was in trouble?‘ he wondered, a sense of unease creeping in.

“Kill her too!” Darell snapped, pressing his hand to his wound as he gave the order.

Leaning against the door, Julia shot Darell a look full of hatred. That order-“Kill her too!“–shook her to the core all over again.

‘Kill her too, Julia echoed in her mind.

‘He means he wants both me and this woman, Mara, dead,‘ Julia was stunned.

‘So ruthless,’ Julia thought bitterly.

‘After thirty years of sharing a bed, my husband is truly willing to see me dead.’

Mara snorted with a mocking laugh, paying Darell no mind as she lunged straight at the hitman, knife in hand.

The hitman’s eyes narrowed in shock. Mara’s charge was fast and tricky, far more cunning than he’d anticipated.

But he was a seasoned pro–his surprise was instantly overridden by battle instincts, and he brought up his knife to parry Mara’s thrust.

Clang!

The shrill clash of metal exploded in the tight space, the force of their blades smashing together so hard that the hitman felt the web between his thumb and forefinger go numb, his arm muscles instantly tightening.

Mara’s strength was nothing like her slender frame–her attacks carried a solid, almost brutal force.

As soon as the first exchange ended, Mara’s assault came crashing down like a storm, relentless and overwhelming.

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Her footwork was elusive and unpredictable, her blade weaving a deadly silver web that entangled the hitman from impossible directions.

Sometimes her knife lashed out like a viper’s tongue, striking straight for his throat; other times, it unleashed a barrage of lightning–fast stabs, driving the hitman back again and again.

After just a few moves, the hitman realized he was almost overwhelmed by Mara–he could barely keep up.

The close–quarters combat skills he was so proud of suddenly felt awkward and sluggish against Mara’s agile, vicious, and unpredictable blade work.

Every block was heavy and exhausting, and every dodge barely kept him out of danger.

Her knife seemed to anticipate his every move, always blocking his best angles before he could even react.

His military knife was made for quick, efficient kills, but in this fast–paced, technical close fight, he found himself constantly on the defensive.

Shhk!

Mara’s blade swept across the outside of the hitman’s left arm at a wicked angle, slicing through his reinforced combat gear in a flash and leaving a thin, bloody line.

The sharp pain and the sudden rush of blood made the hitman’s movements slow for a moment.

In that split second, Mara spotted the tiny opening and went for it. Her fingers locked around the hitman’s right wrist, digging into the pressure point, then twisted his wrist inward with a sharp jerk.

The hitman felt his wrist go numb, and he couldn’t hold onto his military knife anymore. With a loud clang, the blade dropped to the floor.

Fear and agony sparked a wild, animalistic urge to survive in the hitman. He gritted his teeth against the pain that shot through his ankle, let out a guttural roar, and slammed his left fist straight toward Mara’s temple.

This was his final, desperate move.

But Mara acted as if she’d anticipated it all along.

With her left hand still gripping his wrist, Mara yanked him down sharply, twisting her body to the side just in time. The hitman’s fist flew past her ear, so close it stirred a few strands of her hair.

Meanwhile, her right hand was already in motion. She drove the butt of her knife hard into the nape neck.

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“Ah!”

The hitman was instantly overwhelmed by dizziness and a choking sensation, his strength drained in a flash. He toppled forward, crashing to the floor.

Mara slammed her knee into the hitman’s spine, twisting one arm behind his back while her other knee pressed down hard on his shoulder blade, pinning him firmly to the cold floor.

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The only thing left in the room was the hitman’s rough, painful gasps and Mara’s unyielding, iron dominance.

Darell’s hand shook as he pressed it to his wound, his face ghostly pale. He could hardly believe his eyes. A hulking hitman had just been knocked flat by a woman half his size.

Julia’s eyes flashed with a jumble of emotions she couldn’t even name. The woman Victoria sent to protect her had really come through for her.

Suddenly, the hitman, pinned down and desperate, clenched his jaw and made a stealthy swallowing gesture. “You got a death wish?” Mara said coldly.

Mara’s voice was cold as she locked her fingers around both sides of the hitman’s jaw. Her grip was so strong that it felt like she could crush his jawbone.

“Mmph…” The hitman’s attempt to swallow the poison pill was cut short as Mara forced his mouth open.

With her gloved hand, Mara jammed her fingers into his mouth, quickly fished out a small pill, and flicked it onto the floor.

“You’re not dying until my boss gets here,” Mara said, her voice chilling and laced with an authority that brooked no argument.

She shifted her hold, making absolutely sure the hitman was completely powerless–no chance to resist, no chance to end his own life. Only then did she lift her icy eyes, sweeping past Darell’s ashen face before finally settling on Julia, who looked utterly shell–shocked.

Darell’s face was ghostly pale. Mara’s sudden arrival had shattered all the careful plans he’d spent so long scheming.

He was done for.

Twenty minutes later, Victoria and Jackson arrived at the rental house.

The door was open, and Victoria walked right in.

Julia was slumped against the door, looking completely lost, not saying a word.

Jackson, who came in behind her, glanced at Mara, his eyes darkening.

When Victoria walked in, Mara gave the bound hitman a nudge with her foot. “Boss, he’s secured. Tried to kill himself, but I stopped him.”

“Alright. You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Victoria asked, scanning Mara up and down.

Mara shook her head. “Nope.”

“Good.” Victoria nodded, then walked straight over to Julia.

Julia looked up, her face full of despair.

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Victoria didn’t bother with her. She just kicked the door open.

With the door gone, Julia nearly fell backward,

The stumble jolted her back to herself a bit.

Curtis was out cold in the room.

Victoria walked over to the bed, jabbed a silver needle into Curtis’s neck, then gave him a hard slap right across the face.

Victoria definitely had some personal beef in that slap.

Curtis let out a muffled groan as the pain snapped him awake. He blinked, dazed, and when his eyes on Victoria’s face, he could hardly believe it. “Vickie…”

He sat up abruptly, looking stunned. “Am I dreaming? Vickie, what are you doing here?”

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Victoria shot him a mocking glance. “With all that noise outside, you were still sleeping like a log. Your mom nearly died. Did you even notice?”

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