“Yes, Boss.”
Devil ended the call, but his hand lingered on the phone. His mind burned with images of Haru’s face, her hands protectively over the life inside her. Their child.
He sank back into the chair, eyes heavy but blazing with resolve. He couldn’t be there—not yet—but the day would come. And when it did, no Vulture, no shadow, no mistake of hers would keep him away.
He whispered the words into the smoke-filled air, almost like a vow.
“Hold on, Haru. Hold on for me. For us.”
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The night was deep, the kind of silence that only came after long days of chaos. The Highway Demons’ compound was unusually still, the tension of the past few weeks pressing down on every corner. Devil sat in his office, the dim desk lamp throwing shadows across his sharp features. His phone was still i
