All Chapters of The Shadow God Of War Returns: Chapter 111
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CHAPTER 110
Zarek had heard them, and he didn’t understand it. He had told them clearly and repeatedly that he was a Riggs. Yet they still insisted on placing him where they needed him to be: as part of Masha’s family, not his own.“Because if you truly believe I am part of Masha’s family,” Zarek said, his voice dropping into a register that made the water in the spilled pitcher ripple, “then you should know exactly what that means. It means I am the son of the woman you treated like furniture. It means I’ve spent twenty years watching you swallow the world while she swept up the crumbs.”He stepped away from the table, the silver stylus clicking against the glass one last time.“You keep calling me ‘Grisha’ as if it’s a leash,” he continued, looking at Leo and Sofia, who were trembling so violently their teeth clattered. “You think that by claiming I’m ‘one of you,’ I’ll suddenly develop a conscience. But you forget… you didn’t treat me like a brother. You treated me like a stray. And a stray
CHAPTER 111
The command had barely left Zarek’s lips before the heavy double doors of the dining room were kicked wide open.A flood of men in slate-gray tactical gear poured in, their movements synchronized and mechanical. These weren’t the family’s private security; they were wraiths in carbon fiber and Kevlar, faces obscured by matte-black visors. The air instantly grew heavy with the smell of gun oil and the ozone tang of high-end tech.“Get back! Don’t touch me!” Alessandra shrieked as the first line of soldiers fanned out, forming a tight, suffocating ring around the table.Fueled by a final, desperate surge of ancestral pride and pure animal panic, the Sullivans didn’t go quietly. Despite the signatures on the document, the reality of being handled like common criminals snapped something inside them.“I am a Sullivan!” Marcello roared, lunging from his chair. He swung a heavy crystal decanter at the nearest soldier’s head.The soldier didn’t even flinch.He caught Marcello’s wrist mid-s
CHAPTER 112
The eyes that looked back at her were ancient.Flat and obsidian-dark, they were completely devoid of the warmth she had spent two decades trying to protect.There was a predatory stillness to him, a coldness that seemed to lower the temperature of the room by ten degrees.Masha stopped in her tracks, her hand flying to her throat.She searched for a flicker of recognition, a softening of his brow, a sign of the son who used to call her name in the dark. But she found nothing.The man standing before her didn’t look like he belonged to her.He looked like he belonged to the mountain, to the war, and to the ghosts of the Ackriggs.And she had no idea he was a Riggs. She couldn’t see him in that light, only through the lens of her own family name.“The Sullivans have been relocated,” Zarek said.His voice was steady, perfectly modulated, and entirely stripped of emotion.It was the voice of a judge delivering a final sentence.“The estate is now legally yours, Masha. Every stone, every
CHAPTER 113
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of Masha’s muffled sobs against his chest.Zarek held her with a strength that felt like sanctuary, but as he lowered his head, his eyes remained sharp and calculating.He wasn’t just a son, and he wasn’t just a wolf. He was a man who planned ten steps ahead of everyone else’s hearts.As his hand stroked the back of her head, his fingers moved with a surgeon’s precision.With a swift, practiced flick of his wrist, he plucked several strands of her silver hair from the root.Masha, lost in the overwhelming tide of grief and relief, didn’t even feel the sting.Zarek caught Shaw’s eye. The man stood like a sentinel in the shadows near the doorway.Without a word, Zarek passed the sample discreetly behind his back. Shaw stepped forward, took the transparent vial, and vanished into the hall.‘I am not your son, Masha,’ Zarek thought, the ice in his heart reforming even as he felt the warmth of her tears. ‘But if the real Grisha
CHAPTER 114
The roar of the helicopter’s blades whipped the night air into a frenzy as Zarek descended.He stepped off the skids before the machine had fully settled on the estate’s private pad.His coat snapped violently around his legs, but his stride was unwavering, a predator returning to a kill he wasn’t finished with.He didn’t head for the grand entrance. He bypassed the lit upper floors, where Masha was hopefully drifting into a forced peace.Instead, he made a beeline for the reinforced service door leading to the isolation wing.The transition from the howling wind outside to the tomb-like silence of the basement was jarring.Zarek stopped at the cell door and signaled the two guards to stand back. He didn’t want an audience for this.He swiped his clearance. Heavy bolts retracted with a hydraulic hiss, and he stepped into the small, sterile room.Robert sat on the edge of the cot, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the blank concrete wall.He looked like a man who had finally realized th
CHAPTER 115
Zarek stared at the screen, blue light reflecting off his eyes like moonlight on ice. The signature was sharp, arrogant, archaic.Maximus Riggs.He read it once.Twice.A strange, disconnected sensation bloomed in his chest, as if his mind were trying to reject the letters on the screen. He knew the name, yet it felt like a puzzle piece from an entirely different set.Maximus?His thoughts raced back to dusty archives and long, humid summers on the mountain. He thought of the man his family used to speak about in hushed, bittersweet tones.“Uncle Mad-Max?” Zarek whispered, the nickname slipping out before he could stop it.To the rest of the world, he was Maximus Riggs, the formidable patriarch who had supposedly led the charge during the fall of the mountain. But to the children, he had always been Uncle Mad-Max: the one with the booming laugh who smelled of expensive tobacco and cedarwood. The man said to have died a martyr was buried alive while protecting the deepest vaults of
CHAPTER 116
The street was slick with the oily sheen of a midnight rain, reflecting the distorted pulse of neon signs.A pair of heavy, polished boots stepped into a puddle, shattering the reflection of a flickering light.Zarek stood before a weathered façade, its paint peeling like dead skin. He dug a hand into his pocket, fingers brushing the cold silver pin, his only link to a dead sister.He tilted his head back, obsidian eyes tracking the sign swaying on rusted chains.THE DROWNED RAT.The neon R hummed with a dying spark, casting a rhythmic red glow over his sharp features.He didn’t look like a man seeking a drink; he looked like a storm front holding its breath.Inside, the atmosphere was thick enough to chew.The air tasted of cheap tobacco and the metallic tang of old grease.At a round table near the center, a group of rough-edged men leaned in close, sleeves rolled up to reveal faded tattoos. They were loud, their laughter jagged and forced.“I’m telling you, the house at the docks
CHAPTER 117
The men froze.None of them had expected Zarek to speak to them, let alone ask for directions.The air in the room felt as if it had been sucked out, replaced by a suffocating, static tension that made even the low hum of the bar lights seem too loud.The man with the anchor tattoo felt his heart slam against his ribs like a trapped bird.His fingers curled into his thighs beneath the table as he tried to swallow, but his throat was bone-dry, tasting of old dust and cheap liquor. He flicked a glance at the others, searching for support.None came.One man stared fixedly at his hands. Another studied the wood grain of the table as if it held the secrets of the universe. No one dared look at the figure standing by the door.“Y-yes,” the anchor-tattooed man finally stammered, his voice cracking as it forced its way out. “I—I mean, yeah. It’s always open. The Red Door. Just… just behind the old cannery at Pier Fourteen.”Zarek didn’t move. He didn’t thank them.He stood there with one
CHAPTER 118
The night air was a cold, wet shroud that clung to everything it touched.Zarek didn’t hurry.He walked with a steady, rhythmic pace, the click of his boots against the pavement the only sound in the desolate industrial corridor leading toward the docks.Behind him, the heavy door of the Drowned Rat creaked open once more.“He’s right there! Look at him, just strolling along like he owns the street,” Mike hissed, his voice hushed but thick with adrenaline.The man with the anchor tattoo and the one who’d been staring at the table followed him out, huddled together against the downpour. The third man, the one who had noticed the silver pin and the badge, was vibrating with a different kind of fever.“Forget the watch for a second,” he whispered, eyes wide as he watched Zarek’s retreating silhouette. “That badge he had, the one hanging off his belt? I’m telling you, even if it’s fake, it’s a realistic one.”His lips curled into a grin. “The craftsmanship on that silver, the way it caug
CHAPTER 119
The air in the alleyway seemed to drop another ten degrees as Zarek’s attention shifted. He wasn’t just annoyed anymore.He was offended.“Empty it out, kid!” one of the larger men snarled, his voice a gravelly bark cutting through the rain. “We know you’ve got the payout from the shipyard. Don’t make us peel it off your skin.”The victim let out a strangled, wet gasp. “I—I have nothing… please. It’s for my mother’s meds…”CRUNCH.A fist smashed into the young man’s jaw, spraying crimson into the gray mist.“Your mother can die tonight for all I care,” the robber laughed, yanking a thick leather wallet from deep inside the boy’s coat. “Security’s gone, boy. No one left to complain to. We’re the law on Pier Fourteen now.”Zarek’s obsidian eyes flared.The arrogance of it, the idea that removing one monster simply invited three smaller ones to crawl into the vacancy, pushed his patience past the breaking point.“Hey!” Mike yelled, his voice cracking with rage and sheer terror as Zarek c