Page 141 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
His gaze snaps to her, interest flaring. “Well, I’ll be damned. The heir herself. Didn’t expect you to come slumming with your attack dog.”
I don’t move. But Yara does.
She takes one step forward, voice steady as bedrock. “This facility was run under my father’s name. Whatever you’re doing here ends now.”
Fenn laughs again. “You think this is about you? About your daddy’s sins?” He shakes his head. “This is about him.” He jerks his chin at me. “And the mess he left behind.”
I meet his eyes.
“Walk away,” I say.
The room stills. Yara glances at me, surprised, but she doesn’t interrupt.
“You and your people leave,” I continue. “Now. No pursuit. No reprisals. You disappear, and this ends.”
Fenn stares at me like I’ve spoken a foreign language.
Then his smile widens. Ugly. Relieved. “Still playing commander,” he says. “Still thinking you get to decide who lives with their choices.”
“You’re not listening,” I reply. “This is your chance.”
“Chance?” His voice cracks, and for a second, the rage underneath slips through. “You buried us, Grau. You made calls that got good people erased, and you walked away like it was just another op.”
“I made the call that saved the mission,” I say. “You didn’t like it.”
“You sacrificed us.”
“I chose the lesser dead.”
The words hang there, ugly and true.
Yara doesn’t flinch. She watches him the way a judge watches a man who’s already convicted himself.
Fenn’s hand tightens on his weapon. “You always did think you were better than us.”
“No,” I say softly. “I knew I was responsible.”
That’s when he makes his choice.
He lifts his gun.
I end it.
There’s no hesitation. No flourish. One clean shot that snaps the moment in half. Fenn drops where he stands, surprise frozen on his face like a mask he never got to take off.
The mercs scatter. Some surrender. Some run. None of them matter anymore.
The silence afterward is profound.
I turn to Yara. She’s pale, but her eyes are clear. Steady. She looks at Fenn’s body, then back at me.
“That was mercy,” she says quietly.
“Yes,” I answer.
“And justice.”
“Yes.”
