The instant Olivia dropped the bomb, everyone in the room was on high alert. The atmosphere in the room turned dark and heavy as each person's demeanor shifted into combat mode.

"I have to bring Olivia upstairs first. Do what you have to do," Maxen said and clamped a hand over Wyatt's shoulders. His top priority was his wife's safety and given that there are capable people present in the room, he could leave it up to them to catch Lance Go's accomplices.

Wyatt was in-command as he barked one order after another to diffuse the crisis at hand. After putting a plan in place, people filed out of the decoy apartment, leaving Yana and Shadow to stand guard over Lance Go.

"Are you sure he won't die?" Yana asked, studying Lance Go who was groaning with his eyes closed.

"Nope. He's lucky I found him just in time. Doctor's coming in a few minutes and will stitch him up. The drugs I gave him should work for the meantime."

"Didn't know President has a good aim. I mean, she does have a talent for flinging those vases before, but the accuracy of shooting him in the groin takes precision." Yana shivered when her eyes landed on the blood-stained towel covering Lane Go from his abdomen down to his knees.

"It's not a surprise though. I've been with her for almost a decade and from what I've seen from her, whatever President sets her mind on, she would achieve it no matter what. Shooting this sc.u.m where it needed to be rendered him weak. If President aimed on his arm or c.h.e.s.t, chances of him fighting back is high."

"Oooh that makes sense. But why didn't you teach her how to shoot then so she could have a better aim? Maybe she'll go for the head instead of the manly parts. Poor guy."

"Firstly, don't pity this sc.u.mbag. He deserved that gunshot or he even deserves worse. Lastly, if I thought President how to shoot, then I won't have a job," Shadow replied, rolling her eyes.

"Ooooh, you're right. Wait, where are you going? Why are you leaving me?"

"I'll scan the perimeter one more time. I'll be back in a jiffy."

"Wait, I'll go with—you." Yana's voice died down as Shadow disappeared in the hallway. She glanced at Lance and saw him sleeping. The thought of sharing a space with a criminal scared her that she decided to wait for Shadow by the threshold.

She thought that the drugs Shadow administered to Lance Go earlier wouldn't wear off immediately and he'll be passed out for hours.

Yana then stepped outside, standing behind the door. She was taking a breather, reading a story in her app when she heard footsteps rushing towards her way. 

Her survival instincts kicked in, and her senses heightened. She took a stance, hiding in a blind spot, and immediately c.o.c.ked a gun on the passing shadow.

"Don't move or I'll blow your brains out," she warned with a sinister tone in each of her words. Her voice was far from the meek and innocent young lass that Olivia's team knew, and the man in question knew it too.

Yana pressed the muzzle at the back of his head. He raised both of his hands in surrender. 

"Put your hands behind your back," she ordered, and the man followed without qualms. She quickly frisked her back pocket to grab a cable tie she grabbed earlier in the pantry during the commotion and tied his hands with it.

When she was done tying his hands, she nudged his shoulder with the muzzle. "Turn around and show your face to camera," Yana instructed. She had to get a glimpse of the man's face, so they could trace him just in case he managed to escape.

After all, he got in undetected, and him escaping had a high chance of happening too.

The man followed her instructions and turned around. His jaws ticked as soon as he saw the little lass who was pointing a gun on him.

Face to face with the enemy, Yana's insides twisted in a knot as she stepped forward, peeling the cap off the stranger's head and her breath hitched as their eyes met.

A c.o.c.ky smile painted the intruder's face, the lopsided grin highlighted his strong jawlines. For a moment Yana got distracted with his handsome features, but she was quick to school her face with a stoic expression.

"Aren't little girls not supposed to hold gu—guns?" the man stuttered when Yana pressed the muzzle under his chin.

"Not when the little girl's training was shooting her playmates," she sneered. She rolled her shoulders when the weight of the gun was wearing her arms down. It had been a while since she last held one.

"Interesting," the man said, bravely stepping closer to Yana, crossing her personal space. He trapped her to the wall, and his eyes ignited with interest as he regarded the little lass whose eyes never showed any hint of fear in a time of danger.

He thought maybe what she said about shooting playmates for training was true. "Why aren't you shooting me?" he asked.

"I don't want to blow beautiful heads," Yana c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. A blush crept up her face when she felt something harden in her belly. Her eyes widened as the thought of the stranger turned on with what she said crossed her mind.

"So you only blow ugly ones?" he asked, his voice dripping with innuendo despite the threat to his life. He then tipped his head to the side so their eyes would meet, and he chuckled upon seeing the innocence in Yana's eyes.

Yana stood silent for a second. She couldn't understand what the man was saying. "I blow all kinds of heads that screamed danger, including this one." Yana's hand dropped, and the muzzle kissed the stranger's pants.

"I'm not a threat. I'm a guest and I suggest you drop the gun before you accidentally pull the trigger and shoot something you're not supposed to."

"Guests don't run off like a thief when the house is empty." Yana's never left her gaze on the stranger as she fished her phone to call Shadow. To her surprise, the man bumped his head on hers, and she felt her world spin around.

"What's your name, little girl?" the stranger asked.

Yana tried to keep her eyes open, but the impact was too strong for her body to handle. "Ya-Yana," she did her best to respond.

Her eyelashes fanned, and she felt something warm pressed on her head. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard the man whisper something in her ear. "That's my name. Never forget."