All Chapters of Max Luckey: The Undisputed Student Billionaire: Chapter 421
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Chapter 420
The mansion was a war zone. Gunfire still echoed, but now it was mostly Max’s men hunting down the last stragglers of the Becker attack. Smoke filled the air, acrid and thick, stinging the eyes. The grand marble floors, once pristine, were now stained with blood and littered with debris.Vincenzo, his side bandaged, stumbled through the chaos, looking for survivors, for answers. He saw Max, his face like thunder, kneeling beside Ronald who still cradled Sarah’s lifeless body. The sight twisted Vincenzo’s gut. This was his home, his family, shattered.He heard a commotion from the east wing. More fighting. He pushed past a wounded guard and made his way towards the sound. He found Bucky, limping badly, cornering a lone Becker man.“Where’s your leader?” Bucky snarled, pressing a gun to the man’s head. “Who sent you here?”The man just sneered. “You’re all dead. Max is too late. The Lucky empire is finished.”“Tell me who’s in charge!” Bucky roared, cocking his pistol.“Magnus,” the man
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He made a move to walk past Vincenzo, but Vincenzo was faster. He grabbed a heavy bronze statue from a nearby pedestal, swinging it with all his might. Magnus ducked, the statue whistling past his head.“Feisty for an old man,” Magnus sneered, lunging forward with his knife.Vincenzo parried with the statue, blocking the knife. The fight was brutal, fueled by Vincenzo’s raw fury. He was older, slower, but the rage gave him a strength he hadn’t known he possessed. Magnus was younger, faster, but he underestimated the depth of Vincenzo’s pain.They grappled, crashing into furniture. A stray bullet from the earlier fighting had ruptured a gas line in the wall. As they slammed against it, sparks flew from a broken light fixture. A small flame ignited, licking at the drapes.“You’re going to burn with your precious mansion, old man!” Magnus taunted, kicking Vincenzo in the knee.Vincenzo grunted, falling to one knee. Magnus raised his knife for a killing blow.“You took everything from me!
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The air was thick with the smell of smoke and burnt wood. The grand Lucky mansion, once a symbol of power and permanence, was now a smoldering ruin. Firefighters were battling the last stubborn flames, their hoses spraying water that hissed and steamed against the hot stone. Max’s men, grim-faced, moved through the wreckage, securing what little remained.Max stood in the charred main hall, the marble floor still slick with water and blood. Ronald was still there, a silent sentinel beside Sarah’s covered body. His face was a mask of grief, his eyes distant. Bucky and Sarai, both bandaged and limping, stood nearby, their faces etched with exhaustion and sorrow. Vincenzo, his side throbbing, watched the scene, a hollow ache in his chest.Max turned, his gaze sweeping over his remaining family. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now clouded with a deep weariness.“What happened here?” Max’s voice was low, almost a whisper, but it cut through the din of the fire engines. “I wan
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“This is unfair, Max!” Vincenzo roared, his own fury finally breaking through his grief. “I fought for you! I killed for you! I just avenged you by killing Magnus!”“And you were blinded by a woman who betrayed us all,” Max countered, his voice cold. “The man you killed was the father of your supposed child, a child born of deceit. You are no longer fit to stand by my side. You are a liability. A broken link.”Vincenzo looked at Ronald, at Sarai, at Bucky. Their faces were hard, unforgiving. There was no sympathy, no understanding. Only condemnation.He looked back at Max, his eyes blazing with a newfound hatred. “You’ll regret this, Max. You think you’re tired of bloodshed now? You haven’t seen anything yet. You cast me out? Fine. But I will not forget. I will not forgive. And I will be back. Not as your consigliere, but as your enemy. You will pay for this, Max. You will all pay.”Max simply stared back, his expression unreadable. “Get out, Vincenzo. Before I change my mind.”With a
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The third shot echoed, a muted pop in the opulent silence of Vincenzo’s penthouse. It was a sound Ferdinand knew intimately, a sound that always signaled the end. Vincenzo’s body crumpled, hitting the polished marble floor with a dull, sickening thud. His eyes, wide and vacant, stared up at the ceiling, reflecting the distant city lights. The blood, a dark, rich crimson, began to bloom on the pristine surface, a stark contrast to the sterile luxury.Ferdinand "Kill Shot" stood over the fallen man, his breath even, his heart rate steady. There was no tremor in his hand, no flicker of doubt in his cold, intelligent eyes. He didn’t feel triumph, not exactly. It was more a profound sense of completion, like closing a book after a very long, arduous read. The debt, long overdue, was finally paid. His men. His family. All avenged.He reached down, a gloved hand checking Vincenzo’s carotid artery. Nothing. Just a limp, cooling form. He nodded once, a small, almost imperceptible gesture of fi
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The air still tasted of ash. A week. A whole week since the fire. Max Lucky stood where the grand front doors of his family mansion used to be. Now, only a gaping, soot-stained hole remained. The sky, a dull grey, seemed to mock the vibrant life that had once filled these halls. Every breath was a reminder. Every gust of wind stirred up more black dust, settling on his clothes, in his hair, deep into his lungs."Max," Sarai's voice was soft, careful, like she was talking to a wild animal. "You've been out here all morning."He didn't turn. His eyes were fixed on the skeletal remains of Sarah's study, a twisted, charred mess of metal and stone. He could almost hear her laughter, the rustle of her books. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the image was burned there, behind his eyelids."It's gone," he said, his voice a low rasp.Sarai stepped closer, her sensible shoes crunching on the debris. She wore a dark, plain suit, already smudged with ash. Her face was drawn, dark circles under her
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The meeting was held in a neutral warehouse on the docks, a place that smelled of salt and old fish. It was cold, damp, and perfectly suited for tense negotiations. Max walked in, flanked by Sarai and Bucky. He wore a simple black suit, but it felt like armour. He could feel the weight of their expectations, the hope that he would be the Max Lucky they knew.Vanekan Moretti sat at a long, scarred table, two of his own men behind him. He was a thin, sharp-faced man with eyes that missed nothing. He smiled, but it was a cold, humourless smile."Max Lucky," Vanekan said, rising. "My condolences on your loss. A terrible tragedy. Your beautiful home... and your wife."Max just nodded, his face a mask. He didn't trust Vanekan's sympathy."Please, sit," Vanekan gestured to the opposite side of the table. "We have much to discuss. These... unfortunate events... they have created certain... instabilities."They sat. Max kept his gaze steady, meeting Vanekan's eyes."The East End," Vanekan bega
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"It's all mixed up," Max whispered. "The love, the betrayal, the fire... I don't know what's real anymore. Was it an accident? Was it Anastasia? Was it someone else?""The police report said faulty wiring," Bucky said, quietly. "But you never believed that, boss.""No," Max said, opening his eyes. "No, I didn't. Not after Anastasia. Not after everything. It felt... too convenient.""She was a Syndicate agent, Max," Sarai reminded him, her voice firm. "Thorne told us that much. Planted to get close to you, to the family. To find the Shard.""The Shard," Max repeated, almost tasting the word. He reached into his pocket, his fingers closing around the smooth, cold obsidian. He hadn't let it out of his sight since he found it. It felt like the only real thing left."It's why they targeted you," Sarai continued. "Why they wanted your family's 'luck'. This fire... it could have been them. To get rid of you, to get the Shard, to silence Anastasia if she was getting too close to you.""Or to
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The air hung thick with the smell of damp ash and burnt timber. What was once the grand Lucky mansion was now a skeletal ruin, a gaping wound in the earth. Max stood at the edge of the perimeter, watching the crew move like ants through the wreckage. Heavy machinery groaned, sifting through mountains of debris, while men in hard hats and dust masks picked through smaller piles by hand. The sun, a pale disc in the smoky sky, offered little warmth."Anything yet, Jake?" Max called out to a foreman, his voice hoarse.Jake, a burly man with soot smudged across his face, shook his head. "Just more of the same, boss. Twisted metal, broken stone. Fire did a real number on this place."Max nodded, his gaze sweeping over the devastation. His eyes lingered on a section of the collapsed structure, a place where a grand bay window once overlooked the gardens. That was where Sarah's study had been. He felt an odd pull towards it, a quiet hum beneath the grief and anger.Sarai walked up beside him,
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The hospital room was stark white, smelling of antiseptic and quiet despair. Trisha lay still in the bed, a network of tubes and wires connecting her to various machines that hummed softly. Her face was pale, serene, almost as if she were just sleeping. But Max knew better. He knew the doctors' words: "deep coma," "uncertain prognosis."He pulled a chair close to the bed and took her hand. It was warm, but limp. "Hey, T," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It's me. Max."He sat there for a long time, just holding her hand, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. He thought about their life together, the laughter, the quiet evenings, the way she could always make him smile, even when the weight of his world felt too heavy. He thought about Sarah, Trisha's best friend, gone in the same fire that had put Trisha here."I'm so sorry, T," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I should have protected you both better. I should have seen it coming."He closed his eyes, picturing the fire,