Chapter 2 - Revealing The True Call Sign
The dining room remained frozen in an absolute, suffocating silence.
I kept my hand firmly locked against Marcus’s wrist while his face pressed against the shattered ceramic plates.
Harrison Cole’s piercing gray eyes never blinked as he waited for my answer.
“Viper-Six,” I replied clearly, my voice cutting through the heavy tension like a blade.
The moment those two words left my lips, Harrison’s expression shifted from cold inquiry into a grim, knowing nod.
“Viper-Six,” the billionaire repeated softly, tasting the call sign as if it carried monumental weight.
“The lead aircraft on the night strike over Operation Cerberus Shield,” Harrison added, turning his gaze toward the trembling guests.
Arthur Sterling’s mouth opened, but no sound emerged from his throat.
The color had drained entirely from Arthur’s face, leaving him looking like a ghost in his own mansion.
Marcus let out a muffled whimper beneath my hand as the realization finally crashed over him.
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He hadn't insulted a mere “paper pusher.”
He had just assaulted a decorated combat pilot who led naval strike packages into hostile airspace.
