Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

A sharp pain stabbed Nicolas’s chest.

“You okay?” Jasmine asked, tucked close in his arms, sensing his sudden stiffness.

“It’s… nothing,” Nicolas mumbled, his lips dry as he forced a shaky grin.

‘No way Zoya meant that, he thought. ‘My mind had to be messing with me.

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The gunfire–sharp, deafening pops–stopped as fast as it started. The Richmond family’s security team stormed the restaurant, circling the middle–aged guy who’d fired the shots.

His gun was aimed dead at Wren.

The air crackled, the standoff ready to explode.

“Wren Richmond… your damn family ruined my pal!” the man snarled, his voice dripping with hate. “He lost everything- his home, his life. You’re gonna pay!”

“Oh yeah?” Wren’s sharp, handsome face didn’t budge, even with a barrel in his sights. He stepped forward, cool and steady. “Plenty of folks want me dead. You think you’re the one to pull it off?”

The guy wasn’t ready for Wren to close in like that. He panicked, jerking the gun to fire again. But before he could, a Richmond bodyguard tackled him from behind, slamming him to the floor.

The bullet went wide, grazing past Wren’s side.

He didn’t even blink–like a stray shot was just another day.

“Let me go!” the man yelled, squirming under the bodyguard’s grip.

A security guy handed Wren the shooter’s gun with a quick nod. “Mr. Richmond, here you go.”

Wren took it, flipping it in his hands like it was no big deal, then pointed it right at the man’s temple.

“What the hell are

wing?” the man stammered, voice shaking hard.

“You tried to kill me,” Wren said, calm as ever, his finger brushing the trigger. “You think I’d let that slide?”

Click. The gun cocked, locked and loaded.

Gasps ripped through the room.

The man’s face went ghost–white, pure panic in his eyes. “You… you can’t! You’ll end up in jail!”

“Let’s find out,” Wren said, his voice flat, like the guy was nothing but a bug. “Too bad you won’t see how it shakes out.”

Right then, someone lunged forward, shoving Wren to the ground and stopping the shot cold.

Nobody saw it coming. Not even the Richmond family’s crack security team caught someone slipping in so close.

Eowyn’s jaw dropped, eyes bugging out. ‘Holy crap, when did Zoya get there?‘

“And tackling a guy with a loaded gun? Is she out of her freaking mind?‘

Nicolas and his crew stood there, stunned silent.

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Jasmine’s lips curled into a sneer. ‘Zoya is dumber than I thought. Does she really think this little stunt would make her look good? Pissing off Wren is only gonna make Nicolas hate her more.’

“What the hell are you doing?” Wren asked, his icy eyes flickering with a hint of shock.

Zoya’s hand clamped tight on his, pinning the gun down. “You can’t just shoot him!”

“You know this guy?” Wren’s voice was cold as a winter wind.

“Nope,” Zoya said, standing her ground.

“Then why are you sticking your nose in my business?”

“He messed up, yeah, but that’s for the cops and courts to deal with. You’re safe now. He’s not a threat anymore. You don’t get to play executioner!” Zoya fired back, her voice steady as steel.

Wren stared her down, then said, “Ms. Lucero, you’ve got some serious guts. Too bad I don’t take kindly to busybodies.”

With a quick flick of his wrist, he broke free and swung the gun to her forehead.

In a split second, Zoya pressed a steak knife to his throat. The air froze, like the world hit pause.

Suddenly, a swarm of cops burst in, guns drawn.

“Everybody freeze!” one barked.

Wren lowered his gun. Zoya let out a shaky breath, easing the knife back.

“What’s going on here? Who called 911?” an officer demanded.

“That’d be me!” Zoya said, stepping forward as she handed over the knife.

Wren stood, his eyes still locked on her, sharp and unreadable.

The lead cop recognized him. “Mr. Richmond, you okay?”

“I’m fine. This guy tried to take me out. That’s his gun,” Wren said, tossing it to the officer like it was nothing.

The cop turned to Zoya, eyeing the knife. “And this?”

“Just a steak knife from the restaurant. Things got wild, so I grabbed it to watch my back. No problem, right?” Zoya said, passing it over.

The officer checked it while Wren’s lips twitched into a sly grin. “Ms. Lucero, you’re a hell of a lot more interesting than I pegged you for. Let’s do this again sometime.”

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Zoya’s jaw clenched tight. This guy was bad news, and every instinct screamed to steer clear.

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The whole mess dragged Zoya and the others to the police station to give statements.

When she walked out of the interview room, Nicolas, his buddies, and Jasmine were waiting in the lobby.

The second he saw her, Nicolas stormed over, fuming. “What the hell, Zoya? You held a knife to Wren’s throat? We’re married, damn it! You screw with him, you’re screwing my company!”

“Married?” Zoya scoffed, her laugh sharp and bitter. “If you actually gave a damn about being my husband, you wouldn’t have shoved me aside to play hero for Jasmine when the shots started flying!”

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Nicolas froze, his face burning red with embarrassment.

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Darren, one of his pals, jumped in, smirking. “Jasmine’s a lady, alright? She needs protecting. What, you think you do? Get

real.”

“Oh, come on,” Zoya shot back. “Weren’t you all hyping Jasmine as this tough–as–hell badass? Now she’s some delicate flower who needs saving?”

Darren’s face turned beet red, and he shut up

fast.

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed. “Zoya, Nicolas was just being decent, looking out for me. You’re blowing this way out of proportion. No wonder people say women are so petty.”

“Petty, my ass!” Eowyn roared, charging over fresh from her statement. “Her husband ditches her to shield you, the sidepiece, and you’ve got the balls to tell her not to care? Jasmine, you’re writing the book on shameless!”

Eowyn had seen the whole scene go down at the restaurant, and she was livid.

Her voice carried, loud and sharp, and every person in the station–there for the same incident–turned to stare.

Nicolas’s face darkened like a thundercloud.

Jasmine snapped, “Don’t you dare call me a sidepiece!”

“Then what the hell are you?” Eowyn fired back. “Nicolas, the loyal husband, shoves his wife aside to save you. What’s the deal? He owe you his life? Save his whole damn family?”

Eowyn’s words hit like a verbal machine gun, fast and relentless.

Every eye in the station locked onto Jasmine, pinning her in place.