Page 97 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz

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“You still think I need saving?”

“No,” I say. “I think you need the truth. Same as I did.”

She doesn’t move to pick up the drive.

Not yet.

But she doesn’t tell me to leave either.

She just stands there.

Staring at me like I’m something sacred and dangerous all at once.

And maybe I am.

Maybe I always have been.

Yara stands like the floor might disappear if she shifts wrong—arms still crossed, eyes locked on mine, trying to read the space between my words. But I’ve said what I came to say.

Now it’s her move.

Except…

It isn’t.

Not really.

Because this game isn’t over. It hasn’t even begun to bleed properly yet.

So I reach forward and tap the edge of the drive, just once, with two fingers.

She flinches.

“Not all of it’s on there,” I say.

Her gaze snaps to mine, sharp. “Why?”

“Because I know you,” I say quietly. “You’d take it all in one hit. Try to carry the whole mountain at once. Break your back under it. And I—” I pause, jaw tight. “I need you standing.”

Her breath catches.

There’s a flicker of something behind her eyes. Something soft. I don’t like it. It doesn’t belong here.

Not in this place. Not between us.

I push forward.

“Tidball’s bleeding,” I repeat. “But he’s still standing. For now. I didn’t just hit his books, Yara. I hit his people. His channels. I blew open accounts he thought were dead. Doxxed his lieutenants. Unraveled shell corps he’s been hiding behind foryears. Every name tied to him is getting real nervous right about now.”

She doesn’t speak.

So I keep going.

“I have location tags. Compromised comm logs. Audio surveillance. His own advisors, caught in more than one fuck-up they can’t scrub. And I’m not done.”

Her hands drop to her sides.

Not relaxed.

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