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         Andromeda watched as the Eagle Assassins surrounded Freya and Wren. She has nowhere to go. They pointed the gun to them and tell them to get down on the ground. Freya hugged herself and glared at each of them. A loud gun echoes and she woke up from the vision.

         She grasped some air as she looked around. She's inside her study room and it's already nine in the morning. She looked outside to find her husband testing the jacket that he made. She smiled at her hardworking husband. It's the weekend and she should leave her study room.

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         She put her slippers on and walked downstairs to the lawn. She approached her husband who is now checking the jacket and the capacity of every different bullet that he fired on the jacket.

"Love, come here." He called. "Look at this." He showed her how sturdy the jacket was. Behind the leather are multiple layers and in the very middle are steels. "It's an ordinary-looking jacket and inside are made of steel. Just like bulletproof vests are made. But I have to make it a little thicker to ensure the safety of the user."

"Cool."

"This leather is very useful during winter. I make one for you and since Freya is in Manhattan and winter is coming, I added a few pieces of cotton."

"You sew well, Mr. Pattinson."

"Of course." He winked at her as he hooked her waist and kissed her lips passionately.

"Why are you suddenly asking to make Freya's bulletproof jacket?"

"Well, Steven got this obsessed dominant admirer, Ivana and she will kill Freya."

"Hmm."

"Not just that." Andy murmured.

"What else?"

"It's Mondragon's blood." She said like a riddle and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

***

         Moira frowned at the long dresses that were sent to them. She glared at Alanis who is busy sipping on his tea and reading updates from his iPad. She put the dress on. She didn't wear any underwear at all, and her nipples are molding. She pushed his arm and she sat on his lap wrapping her arms around him.

"This is much better dre—" He stopped as he looked down at her chest. She grinned at him. He exhaled and massage his temple. He caressed her legs under the long dress and reached him.

         She tilted her head and smiled at him innocently.

"We aren't leaving until you are wearing your underwear."

"Tsk… I don't have any underwear."

"Did you throw it all in the trash basket?" He frowned and carried her to the closet.

"I didn't."

         He put her down and started searching for the underwear. He found it tucked on the very corner. He took the black lace panties and gave it to her. Then he reached the matching lace bra hanging on the vase.

         She threw it away and crossed her arms. He exhaled and picked it up. Then he bent down in front of her and wrapped his arm around her knees and then he carried her to the bed like a sack of rice. He threw her there and she squealed. He pulled her dress and stared at her beautiful body. She giggled.

         He put away her underwear and then he kissed her ankles.

"You are truly making me hard every time." He panted.

"Make love to me, quick." She sat up and unbutton his shirt and then unbuckle his pants pushing it down. She gaped and then she moved closer and sucked him. He caressed her hair and pulled it. He pushed her down to make love to her.

         Moira packed up their clothes since he needed to work early tomorrow. He gave their bag to their bodyguard as they enter the elevator. Moira snuggled to him and keep kissing his neck didn't care about others who are with them.

         They started kissing after the couple that is with the left. A woman in red entered. She noticed the brooch on her chest and the two bulky bodyguards. Alanis is busy snuggled to her neck. The woman watched them from the reflection with an eagle eye.

"Next weekend, we should have a date somewhere relaxing." She suggested.

"I am fine with anywhere you wanted." She turned back to him and he hugged her from behind kissing ear. She wiggled her butt to his crotch, and he groaned. "You little tease." He reached her navel.

"We can go to Ireland next weekend." He murmured. She thought about it.

"Well—I am okay with that." She looked at her engagement ring. He yawned and lean on her shoulder as he closed his eyes.

"You tire me a lot the whole night and day."

         She giggled and kissed his cheek.

"You better work your stamina more, Al-babe."

"I will." He kissed her neck and hugged her tightly.

***

         Ivana clenched her fist. Alanis doesn't even know that she was there. He's too focused on that peasant girl that he's with. Just like Steven. Well—she can start with Steven. After he disrespects her and threatening her, she should make a move right now. Firstly, she needed to locate Freya and she can finish Alanis's fiancée next.

         The couple kept on snuggling and talking dirty.

***

         Freya entered her penthouse and looked around. Security has been enabled and it has no dust at all. It was taken care of well. After staying in the hotel for a week, she finally had her comfort. She went to her secret room that only her face could access together with her handprint. She looked around and smiled at the bar of golds and her favorite handguns and snipers and poisons that she kept.

         A ring on the doorbell makes her stop from reaching her handgun. She leaves her secret room as it closes with her wardrobe. Then she went to the monitor to check the person outside. Wren. She opened it and he lifted the paper bags.

"Korean foods?"

         She opened it wide and let him in. She locked the door.

"I have beers with me."

"I will take a bath."

"Sure. I'll just heat these all."

         She took her time in the shower. If Wren didn't knock, she would've stayed there forever thinking about Steven making love to her and bathing her. She just felt so dependent on him all these days.

         She turned off the shower and took the robe as she put it on. Then she took the towel and started drying her hair as she came out and walk directly to her room. She chose a comfortable PJs and then went downstairs to the living room where Wren had set up the food and beers.

         She stared at the beers. She's not in the mood to drink some alcohol. She went to the fridge and took a soda. She opened the cap of the Coca-Cola original and swig it as she walked to the sofa. She took the bowl of ramen and started eating.

"I have multiple meetings tomorrow about the opening of Clubs."

"Hmm. Yeah. Go ahead." She said. "Tell the managers that I need their daily reports." She said. He nodded.

"Do you like the food that I bought?" He asked.

"Yes." She said took a slice of kimbap. Stanley made the same cuisine and he's good at it. Steven also could make ramen and the ramen he made for her is the best.

"Set a meeting for everyone in our hall tomorrow night." She said. "It's time that they should know about our new movement."

"Yes, boss."

         She had dreamed that the Eagle had come to her to kill her. She finished her food and she told him to clean up before leaving.

"Aren't you going to drink some beer?" He asked.

"No. Not in the mood."

"Then I will just crash into your sofa then?"

"Whatever." She waved him off. She went to her bed that oddly felt cold. She turned on the heater and crawl to the pillows and hugged one of them.

         She closed her eyes and when she thought that she's sleeping. But she's again outside the four-by-four car as they started raining it with bullets She entered inside and found the woman clutching her stomach saying the same words but now—there's an addition.

"Daddy will be very miserable if we die here, baby. I haven't told him about you." She sniffled. She kept tapping on her phone to keep sending an alert. "We can't go out there. I can't risk you, baby." 

         She gasped and held her chest. Damn it. She exhaled and reached her head. Damn it. Who is it?

         She groaned and stormed out from her room. Wren looked at her puzzled as he continues to eat and watched the news. She went to the kitchen and took a bottle of water.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I have to save them." She murmured. "But she can't recognize the woman. She can't recognize the voice though it's familiar.

"Who?" He stood watching her getting frantic.

         Then she snapped her fingers.

"Maybe killing all of the Eagles will solve all of my problems."

"Hey, we can't do that."

"There are two lives at risk because of those Eagles." She exhaled. "One is innocent and hasn't been born yet." She said exasperatedly.