Luke lay prostrate on the cold, damp concrete of the docks. Amidst the swirling fog and salty mist, Arisa stood over him like a ruthless sovereign. Abir remained mounted on his **H2R**, his gaze locked onto the shattered lieutenant while the superbike's engine rumbled beneath him.
"Arisa... mercy! Don't end me," Luke whimpered, pressing his palms together. "I was merely enforcing Draco's orders. After Aryan's empire fell, Draco left me no choice but to secure this specific diamond shipment."
Arisa kept the iron barrel pressed firmly against his skin. Her eyes were devoid of any lingering hesitation.
"If I eliminate you now, Luke, who will carry our warning to the mastermind?" Arisa whispered, her voice colder than the ocean breeze. "Go back to your superior. Tell him the girl he dismissed as a pawn is now coming to tear down his throne."
Abir dismounted smoothly, wrenching the multimillion-dollar briefcase away with a single, aggressive pull. He stood right beside Arisa, his intimidating presence filling the space.
"Inform Draco that Port 4's diamonds belong to Abir and Arisa now," Abir added, his voice carrying a lethal promise. "We are preparing a grave far deeper than what Aryan ever imagined. If he has the spine, let him face us directly."
With a swift motion, Arisa brought the heavy grip of her gun down across Luke's temple. Luke shrieked in pain, clutching his bleeding face as he rolled across the concrete.
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