All Chapters of THE SUPREME NATHAN THORNS (The City's god): Chapter 271
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Chapter 271
Braxton, seeing the genuine, unhinged fury in his accomplice’s eyes, decided now was not the time to gloat or offer a rational perspective. He gulped and decided to mirror the anger. “That bitch,” he spat, the word feeling foreign and harsh.“Won’t you try again to convince her?” Braxton ventured cautiously. “You fancy her so much…”“No!” Heath jerked up from the couch, his energy returning in a violent surge. “I won’t. And no one rejects me and goes scot-free. No one.” His eyes were wide, manic, as he pointed a trembling finger directly at Braxton’s face to emphasize his point.Braxton nodded slowly, understanding the rules of this game. “I know. What do you want now?”“She said her heart belongs to Nathan,” Heath said, another laugh escaping him, this one colder, more calculated. “Well then… I’ll use her, and… alongside him, she’ll perish.”“P…perish?” Braxton arched a brow, the word hanging in the alcohol-tinged air.Heath said the next words with a firm, chilling finality. “I’ll k
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The morning light was gray and unforgiving, seeping through the partly opened window in Thelma’s bedroom. It fell directly on her face, cruelly highlighting the dark, puffy circles under her eyes. She hadn’t slept. She just stared out at the waking city, not really seeing it, her mind a frantic, churning whirlpool. Her other businesses, the ones she had poured her soul into, had quietly collapsed one by one. The debt was a mountain, a crushing weight on her chest that made it hard to breathe. Heath’s promise of 500 million had been a shimmering lifeline, a guarantee of salvation. Now, with Natalia’s rejection, that lifeline had been severed right before her eyes. She didn’t know what to do. The sheer panic of it made her feel hollow.She recalled Natalia’s threat from last night—you’ll end up in jail where you belong—and a fresh wave of anger made her frown. But the memory that followed, the grim, disembodied voice from the phone call, sent a violent chill straight down her spine. Tha
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The rumble of Nathan’s motorcycle was a familiar, comforting sound as he navigated the cracked and potholed streets of his old neighborhood. He wasn't there for any particular reason, just driving in the middle of the day, letting the sights sink in. He needed the familiarity, a chance to reconnect with the ghost of his past and recall the old memories, both good and bad, that had shaped him. It was an old, tired part of the city, the buildings wearing their age like a faded coat of paint. It was still rough, but it seemed a bit less chaotic than the Bronx, holding a kind of weary stillness.He brought the bike to a smooth halt at a corner, his eyes narrowing at a scene unfolding ahead. A woman was being literally thrown out of a small, run-down duplex, stumbling onto the patchy lawn with a cry. A young boy, no more than eight, was shoved out after her, landing hard on his hands and knees. They were being treated like trash. Nathan’s grip tightened on the handlebars. He recognized the
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The two thugs scrambled to their feet, their pride stung more painfully than the slap The sight of their boss, Paulo, standing there with his back turned, was a silent accusation. They couldn't be shown up like this, not by some random guy on a motorcycle. Fear of his disappointment—and his wrath—got them moving faster than any courage could.They came at Nathan again, but this time it wasn't with the wild, telegraphed swings of before. There was a desperate coordination to it now, a frantic attempt to overwhelm him. One came in low with a baton aimed at his knees, while the other tried to loop a chain around his neck from behind.But Nathan was already moving. He wasn't a brawler; he was a calculator. He sidestepped the low swing, his boot coming down to pin the baton to the ground. At the same time, he ducked his head, letting the chain whistle harmlessly over him. He moved with an economy of motion that was both terrifying and impressive to watch. There were no wasted gestures, no
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Paulo gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Wow! A son of a late driver!” he announced to the empty street as if it were a grand revelation. “And now he’s talking about giving a hundred thousand dollars! He’s the Messiah!” He dissolved into another fit of mocking laughter, the sound echoing cruelly.Darla looked at Nathan, her face a mess of tears and shame. “Please, Nathan,” she whined, her voice cracking. “Don’t… don’t make a joke of my situation. How can you possibly get such an amount?” She paused, sniffing loudly. “As far as I know, you could barely afford to get a new pair of second-hand jeans which cost less than two hundred bucks. And I’m sure you were dependent on your wife, Natalia, after your marriage. So how can you stand there and promise to give a hundred thousand dollars?” She wiped her nose on her sleeve, her desperation turning into a feeble anger. “I know I never treated you well in the past, but for the sake of my son, don’t worsen our predicament. Ju
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Ignoring the cries of his loyal men, Paulo was already in the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life, and he sped off down the street, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust, fleeing like a coward who had just escaped a predator’s den.Nathan just watched him go, his expression unreadable. But as the jeep disappeared around a corner, his eyes narrowed. Just for a second, he had caught a clear glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo coiled around Paulo’s right forearm. It seemed familiar. The design… he was sure he’d seen it somewhere before.However, the immediate situation demanded his attention. Seeing their boss had truly abandoned them to their fate, the two men forgot their pain and their pride. They crawled through the dirt on their hands and knees to Nathan’s feet, their bodies trembling.“Please, sir,” one of them begged, his voice thick with tears and snot. “Please, don’t kill us.”“We’ll do anything,” the other whined, clutching at the hem of Nathan’s pants. “Just let us live
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“Thank you, hero uncle,” Sam said, his small voice sincere.“You’re welcome, Sam,” Nathan said, patting the boy’s head once more. He looked at Darla. “I’ll take care of you both onwards. Don’t hesitate to reach out if you face any more troubles.”“Seriously?” Darla breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’ve done so much already.” She sighed, a happy, dazed sound, and stared at the phone screen again, her thumb tracing the numbers as she counted the zeros, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face.“Is that a huge amount of money, Mommy?” Sam asked, peering at the phone.She nodded, her smile widening. “It’s a lot, son. More money than I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”She then looked back at Nathan, her eyes searching his face, seeing the quiet, unassuming man in a new, dazzling light. “I don’t need a seer to tell me you’re so rich now, Nathan.” She paused, the question she’d been burning to ask finally spilling out. “How did you get such wealth?”Nathan’s expression remain
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The air in Gregg’s lavish office was thick with the smell of expensive cologne and simmering rage. Gregg paced behind his massive mahogany desk like a caged tiger, his custom-made Italian loafers making no sound on the plush carpet. He ripped at his silk tie, loosening the knot as if it were choking him, his face flushed a blotchy red.“I’ve lost all patience, Scar!” he barked into his phone, his voice a near-yell that bounced off the soundproofed walls. “I need results, not a stream of pathetic excuses! It’s been almost three days! Seventy-two hours, and you’re still yet to decode a single one of those documents! What the hell am I paying you for?!”On the other end, Scar’s weary and frustrated voice replied, the words sounding rehearsed from overuse. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gregg, sir. The encryption is… It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s a labyrinth. Every time I think I’ve found a path, it shifts. I’m working on it day and night, I promise you…”“Enough of the bullshit apologies!” Gre
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Nathan watched him go, a faint smile on his lips. He then walked calmly in the opposite direction, turning down a deserted hallway. He stopped and held up his hand. In it was Gregg’s phone. The screen was still unlocked after the impact. Nathan’s fingers moved with swiftness, practiced efficiency, and navigated directly to the recent call logs. He scanned the numbers, his eyes sharp. There it was. A number, not saved as a contact, that Gregg had failed to delete after their heated conversation. He committed the digits to memory instantly.Then, he turned and walked briskly back through the foyer and out into the parking garage. He saw Gregg just about to get into his car.“Mr. Gregg!” Nathan called out, his voice echoing slightly in the concrete space.Gregg turned, his expression one of pure irritation. “What now?”Nathan held up the phone in his hand. “I think you have my phone,” he said calmly.“What would I be doing with your cheap, stupid phone?” Gregg sneered, reaching for his o
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Scar took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one, the flame illuminating the hard planes of his face for a moment. He took a long drag. “Where are your men?” he asked, the question casual but his eyes watchful.“They’re useless,” Paulo said, looking at the floor. “So I’ve done away with them.”Scar chuckled, a dry, rasping sound. “You’re useless too. The difference is, I haven’t done away with you yet. You’re just a smart thief. It’s still an advantage, I suppose.” He smoked in silence for a moment, the tension thick enough to taste. Then he asked, “I hope those documents are kept somewhere safe?”“Yes,” Paulo said quickly.“Where?”“Here.”Scar stopped, the cigarette halfway to his lips. “Huh?”Paulo gulped, realizing his mistake too late. “I’ve… I’ve kept them here. In my house.”Scar’s eyes widened, then his face contorted into a mask of pure, unadulterated rage. He looked around the shabby, insecure little room as if seeing it for the first time. “What the fuck?!” he yelled