All Chapters of REVENGE OF THE MOURNER: Chapter 61
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Do You Think We’re Being Followed?
Around seven in the evening, Rose stepped out of Astral Nyx Group’s headquarters and hailed a taxi. Once inside, she leaned back and let out a long breath. She’d worked her ass off all day. Nothing major happened, but she was exhausted.The taxi moved at a steady pace, occasionally stopping due to heavy traffic. Rose shut her eyes. Looked like getting home would take a while. She thought about sleeping, but she was wary the driver might suddenly try something funny. After all the crap she’d been through these past days, she could no longer trust strangers.So instead of sleeping, she opened her social media apps and started scrolling. Sometimes she smirked at something amusing. She didn’t realize someone was tailing her.A silver sedan was driving right behind her taxi. One hand on the wheel, phone pressed to his ear, the driver was reporting his current situation to whoever was on the line.“Yes, sir. She’s alone. That man you mentioned isn’t with her.”The person on the other end re
Too Terrified To Speak
Leon’s message came at the perfect moment. Rose wasn’t even sure it was a coincidence. She was in the middle of typing her reply when a sudden tapping on the window beside her startled her.She turned—and found a buzz-cut man leaning down, staring straight at her. He gestured for her to lower the window.It was the same buzz-cut guy who had just stepped out of the silver sedan tailing her.“Driver, can we go now? Please!” Rose asked in panic.The taxi driver shook his head. “Light’s still red. We’re stuck here.”The buzz-cut man knocked on the glass again. Rose’s heartbeat pounded like a drum. Was something bad about to happen to her—again?He kept knocking. Afraid he would smash the glass himself, Rose reluctantly gave in. She lowered the window, but only about a third of the way.“What’s the matter? Who are you? Why are you bothering me?” Rose snapped.The buzz-cut man answered calmly, “I need you to come with me, ma’am. It’s for your own safety.”Rose narrowed her eyes. “I’m stayin
A Huge Help
Leon arrived at the location the taxi driver had mentioned. He pulled his car over, stepped out, and walked into the nearby public payphone booth. Rose’s phone was right there in one corner, wrapped in a dark blue cloth.He took the phone back to his car. The battery was almost dead. While charging it, he checked the chats and call history from earlier that day. Unfortunately, there were no clues pointing to who had abducted Rose or where she had been taken.He set the phone on the passenger seat. Still no updates from Dimitri. On the way here, Leon had called him, asking him to scan all the surveillance cameras near the intersection where the kidnapping had taken place.If that’s the case, my instincts are the only thing I can rely on, he thought.He started the Rolls-Royce again, made a U-turn, and began driving down the same route the silver sedan had taken.At that moment, his phone buzzed repeatedly. Leon checked the screen — an incoming call from Arkwell.“Hello?”[Where are you
Come On, Leon! Don't Be Too late!
“Those tits of yours are incredible, lady. Your figure is nice too. It's a real shame I can't fuck you," the bald man with the thick beard said, continuing to grope Rose.Rose looked at him with hatred and despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks."But maybe... just enjoying those tits, that's still possible, isn't it," the bald, thick-bearded man continued. He stopped squeezing Rose's breasts, circled the sofa, and crouched right in front of Rose."Hey, Stan. Don't go overboard. We need to leave soon," one of the other men in the room warned.Stan, the bald, thick-bearded man, replied casually, "Just give me a few minutes. I want to enjoy the luscious rack right in front of me."Without hesitation, Stan started unbuttoning Rose's shirt. Her cleavage was now clearly exposed before him. Swallowing hard, he slid the fingers of his right hand into the valley between her breasts."Hmm... if only I could rub my cock here. But that's too risky," Stan said. "So, this is what I'll do..."Stan
Silhouette In The Doorway
“Who sent you? Where are your friends?” Zed asked, sitting casually on a chair with a rifle in hand, aimed toward the corner of the second floor of the abandoned shop.In front of him, a man slumped against the wall, drenched in blood. Bullet wounds riddled his arms, legs, and stomach.He was Gavin’s man — the one assigned to watch Rose. The moment he stepped inside earlier, he walked straight into Zed and Stan on the ground floor. Outnumbered and outgunned, he went down after taking five rounds. Stan had dragged him upstairs for questioning.Thud!“Answer!” Stan barked, kicking the man in the leg.The man groaned, eyelids half-shut. He was barely conscious, bleeding out fast.“I… came alone…” he muttered.Thud!Stan stomped on his left thigh — right on the bullet wound. The man screamed out loud.“You think we’re idiots, hu? We know your friends are hiding nearby, waiting to ambush us, right?” Stan snarled, still pressing his boot down.“If that’s true, heading out now would be risky
Sorry I'm A Bit Late
Leon stood right beside Stan, kicking away Stan's dropped rifle. He shoved his pistol into Stan's face."How many friends of yours on the second floor?" Leon asked, his voice like ice.Stan glared at him, pure hatred burning in his eyes. "Fuck you!!" he spat.Leon's eyes narrowed. He holstered his pistol, pulling out his favorite knife. He crouched, plunging the blade into Stan's left thigh.Thunk!"Arrghhh!!!"Leon didn't just stab him; he twisted the knife, ensuring the muscles and flesh of Stan's thigh were shredded."You're a thousand years too early to challenge me," Leon said, yanking the knife out and burying it in Stan's right chest.Thunk!"Arrrghhhh!!"Leon pressed down, the tip of the blade piercing through Stan's back. Stan's eyes slammed shut, gasping for air. If Leon had stabbed the left side of his chest, Stan would already be dead."Now keep your eyes closed and shut your mouth," Leon said, touching his hand to Stan's neck.Leon's blue eyes flared. He rapidly accessed
It Will Never Happen Again
Leon turned to the man Rose had pointed out. Even though it was the first time he had seen the man, he knew immediately that this was the man Gavin had ordered to tail the silver sedan driver. And Leon appreciated this man's initiative and courage. Leon crouched in front of the man. The man looked at him weakly. His breathing was shallow. "Tell me he can be saved," said Rose. "I’ll do what I can do," replied Leon. From his pants pocket, he took out a small bottle. A different small bottle than before. He opened the bottle, held the man's chin and lifted it, then poured the liquid inside the small bottle into the man's open mouth, until it was empty. There wasn't an immediate reaction. Rose watched with a worried face. Leon himself stared at the man seriously. Honestly, the condition of the man in front of him was quite severe. In addition to losing a lot of blood, some of his internal organs were also injured by the gunshots. "Can you hear me?" Leon asked, touching his hand to th
Everything Is Under Control Now
Leon and Zara stared at each other. Eight years earlier, they had both studied at the same campus. Zara was Leon's senior and Leon often helped her with her college assignments in exchange for payment.Once, Leon stopped by Zara's flat and worked on Zara's college assignments there. It was night. They then chatted while drinking a little. Unexpectedly, the hard liquor Zara served was so strong that they both started to get drunk. In that drunken state, they began to kiss, fondle each other, take off their clothes, and eventually have sex.Zara and Leon had no special relationship. Their friendship was purely due to Leon's need for extra money and Zara's need to complete her college assignments—at that time Zara was working part-time as a magazine model and her time was spent there. Their sex that night was the first and last. When Leon started a relationship with Evelyn, he limited his interactions with other women on campus—including Zara.Almost eight years have passed. Now, Zara ha
Jefferson: I will Destroy You!
Leon quickly picked up the knife. "This is my knife... I... usually carry it... wherever I go..." he said.There was no point in hiding the knife now. Evelyn had already seen it. And from the look in Evelyn's eyes right now, Leon knew that his wife was suspicious of him."Don't worry, Eve. I don't carry knives like this to do strange things. This is just an anticipatory measure, in case something happens," Leon said.Evelyn still looked at him suspiciously. She looked again at the rather large knife and its unusual carvings."Be careful, Leon. That knife could have fallen on my foot," Evelyn said."I'll be more careful next time. I'm sorry. Luckily your foot is okay, right?" Leon replied.Evelyn didn't say anything, just shrugged and left the room. Leon sighed. He had thought Evelyn would continue to bombard him with questions about the knife. Eventually, he could be forced to reveal some things related to his years at The Nocturn.Now Leon opened the closet and took a medium-sized su
Shocking Conversation
The next morning...At the two-story shophouse near the station where Rose had been held captive, police officers bustled about. Some meticulously processed the crime scene. Police tape was strung around the exterior of the shophouse, attracting the attention of drivers and pedestrians who happened to pass by.The police were led by Kevin. He was now on the second floor of the shophouse, right in front of the only broken window. His eyes were fixed outwards and downwards, to where vehicles might have been parked.The black minibus was gone, as was the sedan used by Gavin's henchman. The absence of the vehicles at the location was highly suspicious. Kevin had asked his men to check the surveillance camera recordings in the shophouse, but they found nothing. The surveillance cameras had been damaged and their hard drives taken.Who did it? That was the question that troubled Kevin. He had only received the report about the shootout incident at the shophouse that morning, something very