Page 65 of Alien War Daddy's Got Rizz
Now Iknowit.
But Tidball is the kind of predator who wears trust like a suit.
He smiles with benevolence.
He soothes with a hallway gesture.
He makes you think you’re protectedjust beforethe blade falls.
That’s the dangerous kind.
The kind that makes real violence look like mercy by comparison.
And right now…
I want violence.
Not for myself.
Not for vengeance.
But forclarity.
A world without illusions.
Unfiltered truth.
I close my eyes.
The faint hum of the console is a buzz against my skin. I can almost taste the data drifting in the air — cold, electric, like ozone before a storm.
The problem with wanting someone dead — especially someone like Tidball — is not the act itself.
It’s the consequences.
The ripples.
The unfixable damage done to the woman I care about.
If I snapped his neck with my bare hands…
Yara would never trust her own instincts again.
She’d blame herself for letting me into her life.
She’d think shecausedit.
That I’d become what she fought all her life to avoid — a monster no different from those she beat back with strategy and grit.
So, I don’t kill him.
I hunt for proof instead.
Better than blood.
I startwith the informants I’ve cultivated over cycles — the smugglers who slip across interstellar cracks, the data brokers who traffic in secrets like currency, the gunrunners who knowhow to ask the right questions without getting drawn and quartered by coalition security.
One by one, I call in favors.
