All Chapters of The Wrath of Jordan Jefferson: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41: The Shooter
Eagles Square carried the tired rhythms of late afternoon. Stalls were being folded, vendors called softly to each other, and the fountain sprayed a fine mist that caught the light in small, sharp diamonds.Esther stepped from her car with deliberate calm, heels precise, bag steady in her hand. She walked straight to the meeting point and found the man waiting by the water, his face half-hidden behind dark glasses and a low collar.He looked like someone who handled trouble for a living—deliberate, contained, someone with scars you could not see.She did not bother with pleasantries. “How did it go?” she asked, voice controlled, every syllable measured.He inhaled slow, measured. “Sorry, ma’am. We lost him.”The phrase landed like a cold stone. Esther’s fingers tightened on the strap of her clutch. She did not let the panic show; she would not let it show. “You lost him?”Her tone was sharp enough to cut glass. A few heads turned but remained reluctant to linger.“We were compromised,
Chapter 42: The Mayor’s Words
The safe house smelled faintly of old timber and dust. Mr. Hensley had finally drifted into a light sleep, bandages still firm around his head, his breathing even but fragile.Jordan and Jenna stepped out into the cold night air, the sound of crickets filling the stillness.Jordan leaned on the wooden railing, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. “Do you still remember my case against the Bennetts?” he asked quietly, his voice carrying the weight of certainty.Jenna crossed her arms, tilting her head to look at him. “Yes, of course,” she replied. “Why? Are you suspecting them for this attack?”Jordan turned to her, his eyes burning with conviction. “Not suspecting,” he said firmly. “I believe it was them. Esther, specifically. She’s the only one with the guts to pull something like this. Nobody else would dare.”The name alone seemed to sour the air.Jenna exhaled sharply, pacing two small steps before turning back. “Jordan, this is not something we
Chapter 43: The Watch
Jordan walked into the office as the city began to lose the last of its daylight. The glass towers drank the orange of the setting sun and threw it back in rectangles across the carpet.Doris met him at reception, eyebrows knitting at the tight line around his mouth.“You look tired, sir,” she said, reaching for the tablet he carried. Her fingers were steady but her eyes showed she had been awake to worry. “Are you okay? Do you want me to call someone?”He allowed a short laugh that did not reach his eyes. “I am fine, Doris. Really. Nothing to be scared of.” He took the tablet and passed it back to her with the ease of a man who wanted to keep the world calm for everyone else.She watched him for a beat and then nodded. “Alright. But please, take care of yourself.”When she turned away, Jordan felt the concern settle on him like another coat.Behind his office door, the city’s noise became distant. He closed it and walked to the window, watching cars stitch their paths below.It had b
Chapter 44: An Unwanted Guest
Zoe sat curled on the couch, her slim fingers wrapped around the stem of a half-filled wine glass. She raised it to her lips, the bitter liquid burning softly down her throat.Her eyes were glued to the television, the evening news flickering across the screen.Her mother sat across from her, legs crossed, sipping slowly from her own glass. The two women barely spoke, but the silence carried an unusual weight.For all their recent quarrels, for all the tension snapping between them, here they were again; mother and daughter, sharing the same space, trying to pretend they were just ordinary family watching television together.The screen suddenly shifted, the familiar news anchor switching to the segment on business. The banner at the bottom read “Top Influential Companies in the City.”Names and figures rolled out, and then came the one Zoe dreaded.“Jeffersons Group,” the presenter announced with pride. “Since the young CEO, Jordan Jefferson, took over, the company has grown from str
Chapter 45: The Raid
Jordan sat at his desk, his fingers tapping his pen against the polished wood, the steady rhythm echoing his restless mind.His gaze was fixed blankly on the far wall, but his thoughts were elsewhere; on Jenna.Even after hiring the private detective and stationing men around her apartment and office, unease clung to him.The early morning sun spilled into the room, its golden rays cutting through the curtains. Jordan turned briefly toward the light, his jaw tightening.Last night, he hadn’t been able to sleep. He had stayed with Jenna, pretending it was just to keep her company, but deep inside he knew it was for his own peace of mind.He needed to see her safe with his own eyes.“Sir,” a voice broke the silence. Doris had stepped into the office after knocking twice without response. She took a few steps forward, her eyes searching his face. “Sir, are you okay?”Jordan blinked, snapping back into the present. His pen stilled on the desk. “Um… what did you say?” His tone sounded dist
Chapter 46: The Station
The drive to the station was fast, silence heavy inside the car. Jordan sat forward, his eyes burning into the backs of the two cuffed men squeezed between Black Beards’ boys.He wasn’t satisfied yet. Seeing them bound gave him a taste of relief, but the war was far from over.At the station, the moment they walked through the gates, voices rose in recognition. The uniformed officers greeted Black Beards with open arms, clapping him on the back, exchanging handshakes and laughter.To them, he was a brother-in-arms, a man whose reputation preceded him.But one man stood apart. Inspector Jack Bender. His arms folded tight across his chest, his sharp eyes fixed on Beards with thinly veiled dislike.He didn’t share in the cheer, not even a smile.“Always making noise wherever you go,” Bender muttered under his breath, loud enough for Jordan to catch.Beards only smirked, tossing him a look dripping with amusement. “Inspector,” he said casually, adjusting his collar. “Still hating my metho
Chapter 47: The Elder’s Wisdom
The road stretched long before them, quiet and drenched with the warmth of the early morning sun. Jordan sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed outside the window as the car hummed steadily along.The driver was no other than the city’s mayor, Marcus Geoffrey, himself. It wasn’t the kind of trip one would expect a mayor to make personally, but Marcus had insisted, saying this was something he couldn’t entrust to another.“Are you sure about this place?” Jordan finally asked, breaking the silence that had lingered too long.Marcus Geoffrey’s eyes didn’t leave the road. His hands were steady on the wheel, his voice calm, almost reverent. “I told you before, only one man can give you the answers you seek. And that man does not show himself to just anyone. The fact you will see him today is proof that your ancestors walk with you.”Jordan leaned back, inhaling deeply. His heart was racing, but he masked it with a calm exterior.This journey felt heavier than anything he had faced in bo
Chapter 48: Zoe’s Growing Doubt
Zoe walked back and forth in her office, her heels clapping angrily against the tiled floor. The room felt too small to contain her fury, her chest heaving as though her heart wanted to leap out.Only moments ago, the call from Konrod Industries had ended abruptly, leaving her hands shaking as she dropped the phone on her desk.They were pulling out of their partnership deal—one of the biggest projects Bennett Industries had been holding on to.The words of the Konrod executive replayed in her head: “We regret to inform you, Miss Bennett, but our board has decided to discontinue this partnership. Bennett Industries poses a risk to our major shareholder. We cannot go forward.”Her fingers tightened into fists. “A threat to their shareholder?” she muttered under her breath. “What kind of nonsense is that?”She reached for the intercom button and pressed it firmly. “James!” she barked, her voice sharp.Within seconds, the door opened, and he slipped in. He was a tall, slim man in his lat
Chapter 49: Secrets Unfolding
The office air grew heavy as Zoe and Esther stared each other down, silence thick between them. The open envelope still lay on the desk, its edges bent from Zoe’s trembling fingers.Her chest rose and fell sharply, eyes blazing with both fear and anger.Esther stood at the doorway, her handbag dangling loosely, lips pressed into a thin line.“Mum,” Zoe finally broke the silence, her voice shaking. “What is this? What exactly are you hiding from me?”Esther’s eyes narrowed instantly. She strode forward with quick, deliberate steps and snatched the envelope from the desk before Zoe could react.The force of her action left Zoe stunned, her hands clenching at her sides.“You dare go through my private things?” Esther’s voice cracked with fury. She pressed the envelope tightly against her chest like it was part of her very life.Zoe’s eyes welled up, but she refused to back down. “I had to,” she fired back, her voice loud, desperate. “I can’t keep pretending anymore, Mum. Every single day
Chapter 50: Jenna’s Strange Feelings
Jenna’s apartment was quiet, too quiet for her liking. The evening breeze pushed faintly at the curtains, but the stillness inside the living room pressed heavy on her chest.She sat on the edge of the couch, her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes darting toward the window as if she expected someone to appear.When Jordan finally stepped through the door, his face worn from a long day at the office, she rose immediately. Her voice carried both relief and frustration.“Jordan, I can’t keep living like this,” she blurted out. “Everywhere I turn, I feel strange eyes watching me. Even when I walk through the hallway, I swear I hear footsteps behind me.”Jordan set down his car keys on the side table, moving toward her with measured steps.He placed a hand gently on her shoulder, his gaze steady, trying to ease her trembling.“Jenna, you don’t need to let fear eat you alive,” he said softly. “Yes, Esther is pulling the strings, I know that. But with the shooters behind bars now, sh