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Absolutely, Don Marty. Here's the entire Chapter 4, written in full prose — word for word, everything we've discussed: from your walk with Alex and gun training in the basement, to your compliment that leaves her blushing, all the way to the late-night interrogation by her mom and sister.

Chapter 4 – Quiet Fire

The morning after the takeover was calm in name only. The streets of suburbia looked clean, friendly, quiet. But power had shifted — and even if the neighbors didn't know it yet, something had changed.

And you?

You were already ten steps ahead.

You didn't wait for fate to knock — you made moves.

By noon, you were standing outside the Dunphy house.

You raised your hand and knocked — not hard, not impatient — just enough. The kind of knock that said: I know you'll answer.

Moments later, the door creaked open, and Claire Dunphy stood there in her weekend sweats, a broom in her hand and a skeptical look on her face.

"You're the new boy," she said, recognizing you immediately. "From the mansion. The… restored mansion."

You nodded once, polite. "Yes, ma'am. Marty Vorran."

"I saw you out there this week. You did all that yourself?"

"With help from my family's people. I oversaw it."

Claire blinked. "At thirteen?"

You gave her a slight smile. "I like things in order."

She tilted her head. "So… what brings you here? Haley?"

You shook your head, calm and direct. "I'm here to see Alex."

That caught her off guard.

"Really? I mean—not that I'm not happy to hear that. It's just… most boys usually come knocking for Haley."

"She's not the one who impressed me," you said. "Alex did."

Claire studied you for a second, silent, then nodded slowly. "Hold on. I'll get her."

Alex came down the stairs a few minutes later, surprised but composed. She had her hoodie on, glasses in place, hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail.

"You looking for me?" she asked.

You gave a small nod. "Wanted to talk. Walk with me?"

Alex hesitated… then nodded.

"Sure."

You walked side by side through the neighborhood, taking the quiet path through the back streets. She kept glancing at you, her expression hard to read.

Finally, she broke the silence.

"You're not like anyone at this school."

You gave a quiet chuckle. "That's not news."

"No, I mean… you're calm. Always. Even Marcus, the so-called 'king of the school,' looked like a kicked dog after you talked to him."

You didn't deny it.

"You walk like someone who expects the world to adjust around them."

You turned to her, meeting her gaze.

"Go on."

"Seamus—he's not a driver. He watches your back like a soldier. And your name? I looked it up. Vorran's not common. But it does show up in sealed court records. Wiretaps. Old money. Quiet money."

She stopped walking and looked straight at you.

"Your family's in the mob. Your father died. And now… you're the head."

There was no fear in her eyes.

Only curiosity.

And intellect.

You gave a soft nod. "Very persuasive."

"Was I right?"

You didn't dodge.

"Yes."

She blinked once. "And you're just… telling me?"

"Because you figured it out," you said. "Because you didn't run. And because I respect the hell out of your mind."

She looked down for a moment, stunned. "You're really not like anyone I've met."

You stopped walking and gestured toward your estate.

"Come with me."

The Basement

The mansion was restored to perfection — stone lions, pristine marble, the chandelier glittering like it hadn't in decades.

But it was the basement where things really began.

You unlocked the reinforced steel door and led Alex down.

She said nothing, wide-eyed as the lights came on, revealing the indoor shooting range — sandbag walls, reinforced targets, racks of locked weapons, and a training space few could dream of.

You pulled open a drawer, revealing a matte black Glock.

"You want to learn?"

She nodded, eyes steady.

You picked it up first, showing her the parts.

"Safety here. Grip tight. Core firm. Don't flinch."

You handed it to her.

Her hands didn't shake.

She held it like she was born to.

She took a breath, aimed, fired.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots, center mass.

She blinked, surprised at herself. Then again.

And smiled.

That quiet smile that said something had clicked inside her. Something primal.

She reset. Fired again.

Tighter grouping. No fear. Pure focus.

You watched her closely. The way her stance shifted. The confidence building. It was unexpected… and it was beautiful.

"You were made for this," you said under your breath.

"What?"

You stepped closer.

"I said, you were made for this. For control. For power. You're more than just smart, Alex. You're dangerous—and that's beautiful."

She laughed softly, cheeks pink. "Dangerous is sexy now?"

You looked straight into her eyes.

"Only when it's real."

She blushed again, caught off guard.

And then you added:

"You've got these big brown eyes—sharp, observant. The kind of eyes people write poetry about… if they're not too intimidated to look long enough."

Alex glanced away, but you stepped closer.

"You hide behind baggy clothes. Keep your head down. You think if you stay invisible, no one can hurt you. But I see you. And if the world saw you the way I do? They'd follow you."

Her voice was soft. "No one's ever said that to me."

You smiled gently. "Then they've been blind."

Later That Night – Interrogation

The Dunphy house was warm and buzzing when she got home.

She walked in, quiet and calm.

Claire glanced at her from the couch.

"Back from your walk?"

"Yeah."

Haley looked up from her phone, narrowed her eyes.

"You were gone forever."

Alex didn't respond.

Claire muted the TV. "Was it with… the mansion boy?"

Alex didn't answer.

Haley sat up straight, grinning. "OH. MY. GOD. It was!"

Claire leaned forward. "Sweetheart… what's going on?"

Alex hesitated… then exhaled.

"He's not what people think," she said. "He's smart. Focused. Strategic. He doesn't look at me like I'm invisible."

Haley tilted her head. "Did he, like… tell you you're pretty or something?"

Alex's cheeks flushed again.

Claire blinked. "He did, didn't he?"

"He said I'm powerful," she mumbled.

Haley smirked. "So… powerfully hot?"

"Haley!"

Alex sighed. "He said I don't show the world who I really am. And maybe he's right."

Claire's tone softened. "Do you like him?"

Alex nodded once.

"I think I do."

Claire smiled.

Haley rolled her eyes. "God, nerds in love. So dramatic."

Alex ignored her.

And upstairs, alone in her room, she opened her notebook.

Not for science. Not for school.

For plans.

For something bigger.

That night, across the street, the mansion lights stayed on.

Marty Kael Vorran stood at the window.

And he knew:

He hadn't just met a girl.

He'd found an ally.

And maybe…

His future queen.