Novels by capitalsmart442

Ethan sat quietly, listening as the workshop lights hummed softly above them. The smell of engine oil and old metal still hung in the air.“Ethan, my son,” Uncle Mark began, his voice low and heavy, “I won’t go into the full history of how our family got entangled with the Ghost Elites, even before they changed the name. I know the sacrifice your father made to keep your brother Liam out of it. After you finished your training and came back, then left again for another mission, Liam called me. He complained that you had disappeared again, just like when you two were younger. I understood what you were going through, so I never mentioned the organization to him. But something happened.”Ethan tensed the moment those words left his uncle’s mouth. “Something happened?”Uncle Mark nodded slowly. “Your brother came back with his face swollen.”“What?” Ethan leaned forward, anxiety rising in his chest. “Swollen like how?”“Not from a fight,” his uncle said. “More like someone who had been c

Boss, 25 seconds left! Tony’s urgent voice crackled through the earpiece right in Ethan’s ear.The situation was already bad, but it got worse fast. The rest of the guards lay scattered on the ground, while more stood outside with guns trained on the building, ready to shoot the moment anyone stepped out.Ethan’s eyes widened in shock. “Ain’t they aware of the bombs planted everywhere?”“I don’t think so, boss,” Tony replied, tension thick in his voice. “20 seconds left.”Ethan turned quickly to Keon. “Can you walk?”“Nah, nah,” Keon groaned, shaking his head. “They broke my gorgeous leg. No more flying kicks or anything fun I used to do with these legs.” He tried to smile through the pain, but it came out weak. “It’s fine, Ethan. Save yourself. Looks like they planned to get me killed here, but they really wanted you to die with me too.” Keon studied Ethan’s face for a second. “From your look, I can guess the whole building is wired with bombs and time is almost up.”“Tony!” Ethan ca

The man drove up to the gate with shaking hands. The guards barked at him to stop, and he quickly flashed his ID card to prove he worked there. They scanned his face, still suspicious. Before they could drag him out, a voice from inside the mansion gave the order to let him in. The gate opened slowly.The moment he rolled inside, the sunglasses on his face lit up. They scanned every corner he looked at, and Tony spoke into Ethan’s ear, feeding him constant updates. Ethan was already closing in on the building through the thick trees, moving like a shadow.As soon as the man stepped through the mansion entrance, a group of guards stormed toward him. The head guard, a tall man with a scar across his cheek, stopped him with a smirk.“How are you still alive?” the head guard asked, staring at him with disbelief.The man clenched his jaw. He could feel his anger rising, but he forced himself to stay calm. Everyone around him was on kill-alert. One wrong word and he would be a corpse on the

A sharp groan slipped out of the man as he woke. The pain in his ribs hit him first, then the cold sting of metal around his wrists. His eyes fluttered open. The moment he saw where he was, his breath caught in his throat. He was tied to a heavy metal chair, the kind bolted to the floor. Wires ran from the chair into an electric circuit box on the table beside him. Right next to it lay a neat row of tools no sane person wanted anywhere near their body. Pliers. Hooks. Needles. A blowtorch. Things designed only for pain. The room itself was small and brightly lit. Shelves lined the walls, each packed with machine guns, knives, and strange devices he could not even name. But something else in the room made his heart stop completely. A red hoodie hung from a hook on the far wall. A large black scorpion was drawn across the back. His eyes widened. His skin turned pale. He had seen that hoodie. Not in person, but in a leaked clip that circulated quietly among criminals like a ghost st

Mara slipped out from her hiding spot and moved deeper into the warehouse, keeping low as she ducked behind stacks of dusty boxes. Her breathing was uneven. Her palms were sweating. It was clear someone had entered this place, and the men inside were not planning to let the intruder leave. A voice boomed across the dim warehouse. “Hello, whoever you are. Come out quietly. We will not hurt you. We know you stepped in here by mistake. But if we drag you out ourselves, your death will be very painful.” The mocking tone carried through the metal walls and crawled down Mara’s spine. Her legs felt weak. She knew that if they caught her, there would be no talking her way out. Before she could plan her next move, the heavy entrance door screeched open. The metallic sound echoed loud and sharp, stopping the men in their tracks. They turned as one, rifles raised. Bright light poured into the warehouse. Ethan stepped inside with a faint sigh, almost bored, as his eyes scanned the room. All

The 1967 Shelby GT500 was still parked at the workshop. The engine was off, yet Damian’s men stood beside it like stone statues, too scared to move the car without Ethan’s approval. Mara drove out in her Ferrari first, and long after she left, Ethan stepped out too. The men exchanged nervous glances. None dared ask if they could take the car now. Ethan looked toward his uncle, who was bent over another vehicle, elbows deep in engine parts. “Uncle, I will be back soon,” Ethan called out. “Let me drop this car at the Vancroft mansion.” His uncle lifted his head, sighed, and nodded. “Be careful.” He wanted to tell Ethan to stay far away from the Vancrofts. But he already knew it was pointless. Ethan had the look of a man who had chosen his path and was not turning back. Ethan started the Shelby and drove out. The guards climbed into their SUV and followed behind him. By the time they reached the mansion, the sun had already sunk low. Bright lights flashed across the compound, and th