Chapter 112: i do it for us

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: i do it for us

Amelia’s voice remained cold and steady through the speaker.

"I’m going to get my revenge. Come here and witness it. Come and watch how I ruin the reputation you cherish—and everything else you’ve contributed to this territory."

A distant scream tore through the background. The call cut off with a sharp click.

Rue rose from her knees, already composed.

"The Moonfist has already dispatched their security to take down the threat. I’ll be going there to help."

Enzo’s reply snapped back instantly.

"We’re going with you."

Rue didn’t argue. She simply inclined her head, the picture of obedience. "As you wish."

All three brothers bolted at once, rushing out of the office together. Rue trailed a few paces behind, biting the inside of her lip as she carefully tried to hide the triumphant smile threatening to break across her face.

This is going far better than I expected. Skye is actually useful for once.

They nearly collided with their mother in the corridor. Her face was tight with disbelief and rising anger, one hand pressed against the wall as if she needed the support.

"Please tell me the news I just received isn’t true."

"That’s what we’re going to check."

"Enzo—"

They kept running. Madame stood frozen where they had left her, horror slowly settling deeper into her expression. Her fingers curled against the wall.

She couldn’t believe Amelia would do something like this... could she?

Outside, at the rear of the estate, a helicopter already waited on the private pad, rotors beginning to turn with a rising, aggressive thrum. The brothers climbed in without hesitation. Rue followed, settling into her seat with quiet satisfaction. The engines roared fully to life, and the aircraft lifted off, banking hard toward the Moonfist Territory.

—

Back at the mall, the dispatched security teams were struggling.

The weather itself fought them. Violent winds howled through the broken structure, relentless lightning cracked overhead, and sudden shifts in pressure made every movement dangerous.

This was nothing like the situations they were trained for. Dodging bolts that looked capable of killing on impact while simultaneously trying to neutralize a threat felt nearly impossible.

"Fall back! The lightning—"

"We can’t get a clear shot!"

"Someone get eyes on the target—now!"

At the center of it all, Amelia simply stood.

Dull-eyed. Still. Watching the chaos unfold around her as if it belonged to someone else. Debris scattered across the floor. Glass dust hung in the air like fine mist.

A short distance away, Skye and Claire remained under a protective shield Claire had hastily formed. The barrier shimmered faintly against the storm. From their vantage point they had a clear view of Amelia and everything she was doing.

"This is exactly why she’s dangerous. And why she has to be removed."

Claire’s gaze stayed fixed on the still figure at the center of the chaos. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest. "I can only imagine who Amelia was in her past lives."

Skye wondered the same thing for a brief moment—then forced the thought away. She didn’t want to dwell on it. She only needed to wait for Rue to arrive. Once Rue appeared, everything would finally be over, and she would have her happy ending.

Just a little longer.

—

Inside her own body, Amelia felt trapped.

It was like slamming her fists against an invisible wall that refused to break. She could see everything—the shattered glass, the panicked people, the lightning tearing through the structure—yet she had no control. Her body stood motionless while the storm answered to someone else’s will.

"Stop. Stop it. Why is this happening?"

People were getting seriously hurt because of her. She screamed at herself, at the barrier, at whatever force had locked her out.

"Let me out! Please—"

"Night menace, where are you, i need help—"

No one answered. The barrier held firm. All she could do was keep hitting it from the inside, helpless, while the world around her burned.

—

Thirty minutes later the helicopter finally reached the outskirts of the storm.

They couldn’t get any closer. The winds and lightning made landing impossible. The aircraft shuddered under the force of the weather.

Without a second thought, all three brothers hurled themselves straight out of the aircraft like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. They hit the ground hard, their footwear cracking loud against the pavement as they effortlessly absorbed the jarring impact with practiced grace, sprinting instantly toward the swirling heart of the chaos.

Rue landed a moment after them, steadying herself with one hand before straightening. A quiet, anticipatory thought settled in her mind.

It’s time for the men to finally see who they should be looking at.

The brothers’ hearts pounded with a heavy, sinking dread as they pushed forward. Wind tore at their clothes. The air reeked of ozone and shattered glass. When they finally reached the main hall, the scene stopped them cold.

Security teams were still trying to engage, weapons raised, voices overlapping in frustration and fear.

"Bullets aren’t reaching her!"

"Keep your distance—she’s controlling the storm!"

Amelia stood at the center of it all, lightning reflected in her dull eyes. Debris floated and fell in erratic patterns, obeying no natural law.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

She was really doing this.

But why?

They had to get closer.

Amelia turned. Her gaze locked onto the three of them with slow, cold smile curved her lips.

"You’re finally here. It’s a pleasure."

Reid’s voice cut through the howling wind, sharp with disbelief and anger. "Why are you doing this?! What happened?!"

Amelia paused—then lightning struck the exact spot where they stood. The brothers dodged in a blur of motion, the ground cracking open behind them.

Rue stepped forward, placing herself between them and Amelia.

"I won’t let you harm anyone else."

She charged.

"Rue—stop!" Enzo’s command rang out, but she didn’t listen.

Jagged bolts of lightning snapped and fractured all around her, yet somehow, none of it so much as grazed her skin. She moved, weaving effortlessly through the flashing electrical current until she closed the gap in a flash and drove a brutal fist straight into Amelia’s jaw. The sheer force of the impact sent Amelia hurtling backward, skidding violently across the debris-strewn floor.

Rue straightened, voice rising with righteous fury. "I always knew you could never be trusted. How dare you break the trust the brothers placed in you? I will always protect them—from people like you."

Amelia pushed herself up from the ground. The blankness in her expression cracked, replaced by something colder and far more pissed.

Shouts erupted from the remaining security and onlookers.

"Kill her already!"

"End it!"

The brothers pushed forward against the violent winds, voices overlapping.

"Rue, stop!"

"That’s enough—"

Rue didn’t listen. Her aura flared, thickening the air around her.

"I will end this," she declared, voice carrying over the storm, "to prove the depth of my loyalty—and the feelings I have kept buried for so long. Let this be the moment the brothers finally see how completely I am theirs."

Her power flared violently to the surface, surging through her veins. She slammed into Amelia all over again, her fists landing with crushing, brutal force. Punch after relentless punch followed, each one painfully savored.

Then—abruptly—the weather stopped.

The wind died. The lightning vanished. Debris that had been suspended in the air crashed to the ground. People scrambled for whatever shelter remained. The only sound left was the heavy, relentless rhythm of Rue’s fists connecting with Amelia’s body, a sound she clearly took pleasure in.

A woman’s commanding voice suddenly shook the entire space.

"That’s enough."