“Who do you answer to?” The question stayed in the air between them. Valentine’s breathing was uneven. His leg trembled where the knife was still buried. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and gathered at his jaw before dripping to the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “I don’t answer to anyone. I work independently. If you want my client list, that’s impossible. They’re anonymous. That’s how it works.” Johnny didn’t blink. From the outside, he looked calm. Still. Almost bored. Inside, his thoughts were sharp. Independent. No one in that business was independent. Men like Valentine didn’t build networks that large alone. They didn’t get protection that strong alone. They didn’t recover that fast after losing a base unless someone above them allowed it. Valentine wasn’t the disease. He was a symptom. If Johnny cut him out, someone else would take his place within weeks. Maybe days. No. He needed the head. And the man

Johnny stood frozen for one heartbeat. Then two. The sound of the shot still rang in his ears. Glass dust floated slowly through the air. Valentine’s body hung forward in the chair, head dropped, blood sliding down the wall behind him. Too late. Johnny moved. He reached the window first, stepping over broken glass. Across the street, three buildings down, rooftop level. There. He saw the faint movement of a figure lowering a rifle. Calm. Professional. The shooter didn’t rush. Didn’t scramble. No panic. Just a smooth shift backward, like this was routine. They knew exactly what they were doing. Johnny narrowed his eyes. The sniper stepped back, already moving away from the edge. Johnny focused harder using his super senses – hearing [Super Senses – Hearing Activated] His breathing slowed. The world sharpened. He tracked the movement through the rooftop door. Down the stairwell. Controlled steps. No wasted motion. This wasn’t random. This was planned. They had known e

Happy New Month ❤️ I hope you’re enjoying the story so far. This episode actually turned out to have way more action than I originally planned… but I hope you loved it for that reason. I also want to apologize —— I fractured my leg playing basketball, so I couldn’t keep up with two chapters daily for a bit. I didn’t want to drop low-quality updates just to upload. I’m feeling much better now, and we’re officially back to two chapters a day consistently 🔥 If you’re still enjoying the story, drop a comment and a like so I know you’re riding with me. I read every comment. Thank you for the support ❤️

There was no hesitation in her answer. Her hands slid down his chest, feeling the tension in him. He had always been controlled. Always measured. But right now, she could feel how tightly he was holding himself together, the restraint like a dam about to burst. She stared up at him, lost in lust, drinking in his chiseled chest—hard pecs flexing under golden skin, deep ridges of rock-solid abs carved like a god's, each muscle popping with power as he breathed heavy. His lips moved against her neck. Her body reacted instantly. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it. Her fingers tightened around him, tugging him closer. She felt exposed. But not vulnerable. Not with him. He lifted his head and looked at her properly. His eyes devoured her naked body like a starving man at a feast. Margaret lay spread on the sheets, her skin glowing golden under the soft lights—her massive tits heaving with every quick breath, full and round with rock-hard pink nipples begging to b

Johnny stepped out of the Sky Sovereign, closing the door behind him with a soft click that still rang in his ears. The warmth of Margaret’s skin, the softness of her body, the electric tension—they were still with him. Every nerve screamed to turn back, to lean in, to let this moment continue. But he did not. Not now. Not like this. Not with the system dangling its invisible strings. He had made a choice, and he could not risk changing his mind. That thought alone tightened his chest, made his breath shallow and fast. This was one of the hardest decisions he had ever made. A decision that hurt in a way that few things ever had. He walked down the hallway with deliberate, measured steps. The corridor lights stretched ahead, pale and sterile, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Each step yanked him further from her, from her heat, her curvy tease, the temptation pressing on every inch of his body. And yet, with every step, he felt the ache throbbing in hi