Page 36 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
She finally turns, chin high. Eyes cool.
“You don’t know him.”
“I know what sabotage smells like,” I growl. “And your company reeks of it.”
Something flickers behind her eyes. Not doubt. Not yet. Just irritation. Offense.
She crosses her arms, that boardroom posture sliding over her like armor.
“Jonathan has been with my father longer than I’ve been alive. He’s stood by me every step of the way.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Right into the pit.”
Her mouth tightens. “I don’t appreciate the implication.”
I take a step closer, not looming, not threatening—but solid. Present. Letting her feel the weight of my conviction.
“He’s bleeding you, Yara. Slow. Quiet. I’ve seen it. I’vetrackedit.”
“You’ve been… what? Hacking my systems? Spying on my staff?”
“Protecting you.”
She flinches like I slapped her.
“I didn’t ask for that,” she says, voice low, shaking.
“No,” I say. “You didn’t.”
She stares at me, breathing hard. I can hear the hitch in it. Not fear. Frustration. That fine line where pride meets panic.
“You don’t understand this world,” she whispers. “It’s not the Badlands, Grau. You can’t just tear out the problem and call it solved.”
“Maybe your world needs a little tearing.”
She turns away from me again.
Her shoulders are trembling. With rage? With doubt? I don’t know.
I want to reach for her. To shake her. To make hersee.
But I don’t.
Not this time.
“I know what this is,” she says, her voice barely audible. “You’re trying to be protective. That’s sweet. Really. But I’ve got this.”
I bite down on a thousand things I could say.
That she’s too close to see it.
That her instincts have been poisoned by grief, by loyalty, by history.
That she’s being played like a damn harp.
Instead, I nod once.
“Okay.”
