The Real Heiress Rules the World (Sloane Rivers) novel Chapter 185

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Sloane quickly snatched two more leaves and flicked her wrist–both leaves shot through the air like blades, slicing toward the two assassins with a sharp gust.

They didn’t even have time to react. A sudden sting hit their wrists, and both of them dropped their guns on the spot.

One of them moved fast and bent down to grab his weapon, but Sloane was faster. At the same time she launched the leaves, her vine came whipping forward.

Just as the assassin’s fingers brushed the gun, the vine snapped against the back of his hand with a loud crack, making him wince in pain.

Sloane seized the moment and used the vine to drag their weapons away.

Now disarmed and furious, the two men charged at her with bare hands.

Sloane bit back the pain from her wound and quickly retreated several steps, trying to create distance. She was still fast, but the injury in her arm kept her from moving at full strength. Every swing felt like fire tearing through her muscles–raw and brutal.

The assassins noticed her weakness immediately and pressed their advantage. One of them lunged at her, fist aimed straight at her abdomen.

She barely dodged it, but the other came around behind and kicked her hard in the back of the knee.

A sharp grunt escaped her lips as her legs gave out. She crashed to the ground, her forehead slamming into a rock. Blood streamed down her face, but her mind stayed clear.

“Die, you bitch!” one of the assassins snarled. His blade glinted coldly as he raised it high above her throat.

Sloane gritted her teeth and threw her knee up with everything she had left, slamming it into his gut. He doubled over, and his grip faltered.

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She rolled sideways, snatched up her short dagger, and drove it straight into his

chest.

His eyes widened, and he collapsed without another word.

But the other assassin was already there. He kicked the dagger out of her hand before she could recover. Before she could even breathe, his fist slammed into her stomach.

Sloane bent over, coughing blood.

He didn’t stop. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her face into the dirt.

“You little b*tch. You killed my brothers–now I’m gonna make you pay.” He raised his blade, ready to finish it.

Sloane had nothing left. Her limbs trembled, her strength drained. She couldn’t fight back anymore.

Just as the blade was about to come down, a gunshot rang out, scattering the birds

overhead.

The assassin froze–then dropped like a stone.

A hole gaped in his forehead, blood blooming across his face.

Sloane opened her eyes and saw Lucas standing a short distance away, gun still smoking in his hand. His face was cold, jaw clenched tight, eyes full of fury and guilt.

“Sloane!” he rushed over, dropped to his knees, and gently pulled her into his arms. His voice shook. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been here.”

She managed a small smile, even through the pain. Her voice was soft, but steady. “You… made it back just in time.”

Lucas took in the blood and bruises on her body, and his heart clenched. His fists tightened. “I should’ve known better. I never should’ve left you alone.”

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