Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 73 Xena's POV "What did you see, X?" Logan asked.

I examined the car carefully, my heart racing while my brain remained eerily calm, analyzing everything before me. "The bullet that hit Ryder cthrough the car body, and it was from a different gun. The hole is bigger." My voice was steady, but inside I was churning, a terrible theory gradually taking shape. "Almost like they wanted to kill Ryder first, then it would be easier to get me. Ryder and I could have easily handled three Rogues. This seems like their Plan B, and not a very thorough one. They could have attackedin the shop for better results." I walked toward the windshield, flashes of memory from my body hitting the glass replaying in my mind.

"Looking at this angle, the gun that hit Ryder was fired from the rooftop. I bet they knew he would protect me, so he becan easy target. This attack was to get him into position." The thought madesick, my stomach twisting into knots. Why would someone want me? There was nothing special about me. I couldn't shoot fire from my hands or lasers from my eyes. I couldn't fly or freeze water. I was just an ordinary person with above-average intelligence. Why? What was my value? "Then I guess we're lucky they only fired once," Benedict said, crossing his arms. Logan's phone rang. He walked away to answer it.

"He could have killed us when we were walking out," Ryder said quietly.

My brain worked quickly, analyzing possibilities. "Those windows are tinted, so you can't see inside. I'm guessing he wasn't ready, and that was his only option." My eyes returned to the car hood. There were smudges of blood on it.

"Xena." Logan's tone plus his use of my full nworried me.

"What is it?" I glanced at Ryder. His expression was unreadable.

"It's... it's the shop. Someone broke in and trashed it. Police are there now." 1/4 Chapter 73 My jaw dropped. I sighed, what was coming had finally arrived. Even though the shop was my heart and soul, my everything, after losing Samuel, I seemed to have becnumb.

"X?" Logan asked worriedly.

I took a deep breath. "Takethere," I demanded, my voice low.

Logan looked at Ryder with concern. "Maybe it's best if-" "If you don't finish that sentence, either you drivethere or I'll drive myself," I said angrily.

Logan sighed. "Let's go." I followed Logan, with Ryder coming along, walking beside me.

On the way to the shop, I remained silent. Ryder tried to hold my hand, but I pushed him away. It wasn't that I didn't want his comfort, but if anyone touched me, I would lose my composure. My emotions were like a ticking tbomb-the slightest contact could trigger an explosion.

When we arrived, police had already surrounded it. It was marked with yellow caution tape.

"This is a bad idea," Ryder whispered to Logan.

"I know. She's barely keeping it together, and yes, there's a threat to her life." I heard them talking, but my thoughts had already drifted. The shop was my pride, proof of my achievements, something I had created. Every customized bike had a piece of my soul in it. And now...

All the glass in the shop was shattered, broken pieces covering the sidewalk, the door in tatters, and inside looked like a complete mess. I thought I would take it in stride, but seeing it in person, I couldn't control the anger inside me.

Walking forward, a police officer tried to stop me.

"You can't pass this point!" "That's my business! That's my shop!" I could feel my anger growing, like an 2/4 Chapter 73 uncontrollable flinside me.

"Please cin. Be careful." "They're with. me," I said, letting Ryder and Logan enter with me.

I walked to the shop entrance, looking at the building across the street, calculating the angle of the shot, my brain automatically going into analysis mode.

"Logan, the shooter was on that building," I pointed to the medium-sized structure, my voice still lifeless.

"Are you sure?" "Are you doubting me?" I asked, a sharp edge to my voice.

"No." "What's going on?" Ryder asked as he approached us.

"The shooter was from that building over there," Logan said quietly.

"She figured that out?" "Yes," Logan answered.

Again, I ignored them, walking into the shop. Everything was destroyed.

The wall had messy black spray paint, my chairs, my tool cart were broken, countless the floss parts scattered on the floor. I walked to the customization area, the floor had holes, all the lights were shattered on the ground, the motorcycle stands were reduced to scrap metal, and the Brembo brake pads I had ordered four months ago were in pieces. I walked to the counter and saw fragments of my portfolios.

The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, and I bent down to Lof paper.

pick up the scraps of paper, tears falling one by one onto the fragments as struggled to contain the sound of my sobs echoing through the shop. I didn't even notice Ryder bending down to helpcollect the pieces until I touched his fingers.

This was my blood and sweat, my dreams and future. Every item, held a story, every corner contained a memory. Seeing it all destroyed felt like a part ofhad died too. 3/4 Chapter 73 "Xena Harris?" A deep male voice appeared. I wiped away my tears and looked up. It was a strong middle-aged man in a police uniform.

"Yes," my voice sounded strange, as if it wasn't my own.

"I have a few questions. When was the last tyou were here?" "Yesterday afternoon." Chapter Comments ✓ LIKE