All Chapters of The Special Agent: Andrew Pierre: Chapter 181
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Chapter 180
Andrew paused at the gate, his hand resting on the cold metal as if it might steady the storm building inside him.The house looked the same.Nothing had changed on the outside.The trimmed hedges. The polished driveway.The faint light spilling through the curtains.It was the same house he had once walked into with laughter in his chest and hope in his bones.But it no longer felt like home. His grip tightened.Memories didn’t come gently.They slammed into him.Anna’s laughter echoing in the compound as she ran toward him after work.Her tiny hands grabbing his trousers.“Daddy!”That voice. That joy.It twisted into something else.Her face again but older, colder.“I hate you.”Andrew shut his eyes briefly.“You’re always broke. Jacob is better than you.”Each word had carved into him like a blade that never quite stopped cutting.And Bella He exhaled slowly.Bella had stood there that day, arms folded, watching.Not defending him. Not correcting Anna.Just… watching.Like she ha
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Andrew didn’t realize how tight his grip on the steering wheel had been until his phone buzzed again.The sound cut through the silence of the car.He exhaled and loosened his fingers slightly before reaching for it at the next red light.Olivia.Her name sat on the screen like something fragile.Like something he wasn’t sure how to hold anymore.He hesitated for a second.Then he unlocked it.Message after message.Long ones.Not the short, sharp texts he had gotten used to over the past few days.These were different.Careful.Desperate.Andrew, please just read this.His jaw tightened slightly as his eyes moved across the screen.It’s not what it looks like. The pictures they were staged.Another message.Evans approached me for a deal. I didn’t tell you because I thought I could handle it myself.Andrew frowned slightly.The car behind him honked.The light had turned green.He dropped the phone back onto the passenger seat and pressed the accelerator, his mind no longer fully on
Chapter 182
Becca stared at her reflection, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the vanity.The room was silent.Too silent.The kind of silence that forced thoughts to grow louder than they should.Her jaw clenched.“How…” she muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing. “How did that not work?”Everything had been perfectly arranged.The photos.The timing. The rumors.Olivia had been right there, handed to her on a silver platter, looking exactly like the kind of woman Andrew would walk away from.And yetHe didn’t.Becca’s lips pressed into a thin line.Andrew hadn’t just ignored it.He had gone back to her.Back.To.Her.The thought burned.Sharp.Unfair.Her nails tapped slowly against the surface of the table as her mind began to move again, piecing together possibilities, discarding failures.Framing Olivia had been clean.Strategic.Indirect.But it hadn’t worked.Which meantHer eyes lifted to meet her own reflection again.She would have to be direct.A slow breath left he
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Becca didn’t knock before entering.She pushed the door open and stepped into her mother’s sitting room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Blossom didn’t look up immediately.She was seated comfortably, a glass of wine in her hand, flipping through a magazine as if nothing in the world required urgency.“Mom.”That was enough.Blossom glanced up slowly, her eyes taking in her daughter’s expression in a single sweep.Tension.Frustration.Something close to disbelief.“Well,” Blossom said calmly, setting the magazine aside, “that didn’t take long.”Becca exhaled sharply, dropping her bag onto the nearest chair.“It didn’t work.”Blossom raised a brow.“I assumed as much.”Becca stopped pacing and turned to her.“No, you don’t understand,” she said, her voice tight. “I tried everything. I set the atmosphere, I gave him an opening he didn’t even hesitate. He just… shut it down.”Blossom took a slow sip of her wine.“Of course he did.”Becca frowned.“That’s your reacti
Chapter 184
Andrew came back to himself in fragments.Sound first.A dull, distant ringing.Then pressure.A deep, pulsing ache that seemed to sit behind his eyes.His fingers twitched.Rough.Cold.Concrete.That was the first clear thing his body recognized.The ground beneath him wasn’t smooth.It scraped against his skin when he tried to move.Tried.His body didn’t respond the way he expected.A sharp pull stopped him.Wrists.Bound.Tightly.Andrew’s breathing slowed instinctively.Not panic.Assessment.His eyes opened halfway.Darkness.Not complete.There was a faint light somewhere behind him, casting long shadows that stretched across the floor.The air smelled damp.Closed in.Industrial.A warehouse.Or something close to it.His jaw tightened slightly as memory began to piece itself together.The bar.The smoke.The sudden dizziness.Blossom.His eyes sharpened immediately.So this was intentional.Good.That meant it had a purpose.And anything with a purpose had a pattern.A weakn
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The room had gone quieter.Not silent.Just… restrained.Like even the men standing around understood that whatever came next wasn’t for them.Andrew’s head was slightly lowered, his breathing heavier than before, but controlled.Always controlled.Footsteps echoed from the far end of the room.Not hurried.Not uncertain.Measured.Deliberate.Authority.Andrew didn’t look up immediately.He didn’t need to.He already knew.The scent of expensive perfume reached him before the voice did.“Leave us.”Blossom.The men didn’t argue.Chairs scraped lightly.Boots shuffled.One by one, they stepped out, the heavy door closing behind them with a dull thud that sealed the space.Silence stretched for a moment.Then A slow clap.Mocking.“Oh, Andrew,” Blossom said, her tone smooth, almost amused. “I must say… I expected you to last, but not quite like this.”Andrew lifted his head.Slowly.His eyes met hers.And despite everything There was no fear in them.Just recognition.And something c
Chapter 186
The door didn’t stay closed for long.Andrew heard it before he saw her again.Measured footsteps.Unhurried.Certain.Blossom returned like she had never left, her composure perfectly intact, as if the conversation they had just had was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.Andrew didn’t lift his head this time.Not immediately.He already knew this wasn’t over.Not with her.A faint sound broke the silence.A soft electronic chime.Andrew’s eyes shifted.Blossom was holding her phone.There was a smile on her lips.Not wide.Not exaggerated.Just enough to make it clear Something had changed.“You’re a difficult man, Andrew,” she said lightly. “I respect that. Truly.”He said nothing.“So I decided to adjust my approach.”She tapped her screen once.Then turned the phone toward him.“Let’s make this more… persuasive.”Andrew’s gaze lifted.And then It froze.The screen flickered slightly under the dim light of the room, but the image was clear enough.Olivia.Slumped.Unconscio
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The corridor was too quiet.Andrew moved through it without sound, his steps measured, his breathing controlled to a steady rhythm that matched the faint hum of the building’s ventilation system. The mission brief had been simple routine, even.High-value asset.Secure.Extract.No complications.That alone had been enough to make him cautious.Nothing truly important was ever routine.He paused at the corner, his shoulder brushing lightly against the wall as he angled his body just enough to check the blind spot ahead. Clear.Two guards down already.Clean.Efficient.No alarms.Yet.Andrew advanced.The deeper he went, the more the silence pressed in not peaceful, but wrong. Facilities like this never slept. There should have been movement. Background chatter. Something.Instead, it felt… abandoned.His grip on his weapon tightened slightly.“Stay sharp,” he muttered under his breath.The target room was at the end of the hall.Reinforced door.Electronic lock.Standard.Andrew knel
Chapter 188
Andrew came back to consciousness the way he always did without panic.Just awareness.A slow return of sensation.The faint hum of an air conditioner.The stiffness in his muscles.The dull ache in his shoulder where the bullet had grazed him.He didn’t move immediately. Didn’t open his eyes.He listened first.Counted.Measured.No footsteps.No voices.No immediate threat.Only then did he open his eyes.The ceiling above him was unfamiliar.Plain.Off-white.A faint crack running diagonally across one corner.Safehouse.Temporary.Not one of his.He sat up slowly, his body protesting in controlled waves of pain.Not critical.Manageable.His gaze swept the room.Minimal furniture.A small table.A single chair.A television mounted on the wall.Muted.But on.Andrew’s eyes locked onto the screen.And everything else… stopped.His face.Front and center.Clear.Unmistakable.A headline scrolled beneath it in bold, aggressive lettering:ROGUE AGENT EXECUTES HIGH-VALUE TARGET $50M CRYP
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Andrew felt it before he heard it.A shift.Subtle.But wrong.He paused mid-step, the burner phone still in his hand, his gaze drifting toward the far wall as if he could see through it.The air hadn’t changed.The room hadn’t changed.But the pattern had.“They found us,” he said quietly.The asset stiffened. “How?”Andrew was already moving.“Biometrics,” he said. “Residual heat, movement signature, respiration pattern… they’re not guessing.”His eyes sharpened.“They’re tracking me.”A faint sound reached them then.Distant.Muted by walls and floors.But unmistakable.Boots.Multiple.Coordinated.Closing in.The asset’s voice dropped. “How many?”Andrew didn’t answer immediately.He stepped toward the window again, pulling the curtain just enough to glance down.Black vehicles.Unmarked.Parked too cleanly.Too deliberately.His jaw tightened.“Aegis Hunters.”The name alone carried weight.Not field agents.Not operatives.These were specialists.The kind you sent when failure