All Chapters of They Will All Bow To Me!: Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
In the middle of the night, Michael’s phone buzzed softly on the bedside table. He reached for it immediately, silencing it before the sound could carry. The name on the screen made his chest tighten. Celia. He stepped quietly into the small living area of the suite and answered in a low voice. “Hey.” “Hey.” Celia said. Her voice sounded gentle and careful. “When are you coming home?” Michael leaned against the wall, eyes closing briefly. “Celia, I…won’t be back for the next few days.” There was a pause on the line. “Why?”He chose his words carefully. “I got mixed up in… A situation. Nothing I can’t handle. I just need time to sort it out.” He didn’t explain further, and she didn’t push. That was how Celia was, she trusted him, even when it worried her. “…Okay.” She said after a moment. “Be careful, Michael.” “I will.” “Good luck.” A small smile touched his lips. “Thanks. Goodnight, Celia.” “Goodnight.” The call ended. Michael stayed where he was for a few seconds, phone
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The engine roared as Michael pushed the car harder, the tires cutting through the empty road while the city lights faded behind them. Monica sat twisted in her seat, one hand gripping the door, the other hovering near his side where dark blood had already soaked into his sweater. “Michael, pull over.” She told him, her voice was shaking. “You’re bleeding. I need to see it.” “It’s fine.” He replied calmly, eyes fixed on the road. “I’ve had worse. We just need to put distance between us and Lionel.” “That’s not fine!” She snapped. “You were shot-” “Grazed.” He corrected lightly, lips twitching. “That barely counts. Besides, he’s pretty good, I’ll give him that. Tracking us that fast? Low-key impressive.” She stared at him in disbelief. “Seriously? You’re joking right now?” He glanced at her, caught the panic written all over her face, and softened. A small, reassuring and practiced smile touched his lips, “Hey. I’m okay. I promise. And I’m not letting him get anywhere near you.
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The car couldn’t go any farther once they reached the edge of the small town. The paved road ended there, giving way to snow-dusted dirt paths and quiet wooden buildings that looked half-asleep under the pale morning sky. Michael parked near a general store, the same one he used months ago, and cut the engine. “We’ll have to walk from here.” He said, stepping out. “The cabin’s not far.” Monica nodded, pulling her coat tighter around herself as she joined him. The cold here was different, it was sharper, cleaner and untouched by city noise. Michael exchanged a few words with the shop owner, paid him to keep an eye on the car, then went inside with Monica to grab supplies. Food, water, batteries, candles. Simple but necessary things. The walk to the cabin was quiet. The forest was thick and watchful around them. Monica kept close, not out of fear exactly, but because it was her first time in a snow covered forest. Michael led the way with easy familiarity, as if his body remembered
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Michael and Monica walked side by side through the small town. He had told her they were going somewhere later that day, not revealing anymore details. At first, she thought the murmurs around them while they walked were just coincidence, idle chatter from shopkeepers and passersby. But then she began to hear the words clearly. “He’s back.” “There he is.” “It’s been months. I thought he left the city.” “The Quiet Fighter…” “And who’s that girl with him?” Monica’s pace slowed almost imperceptibly. She glanced at Michael from the corner of her eye. He looked unaffected, hands in his pockets, gaze forward, as though the whispers were nothing more than background noise.. But she could feel the attention pressing in on them, curious and cautious all at once. She leaned closer to him. “They’re talking about you.” “I know.” He said calmly. “The Quiet Fighter?” She echoed. “That’s… you?” He nodded once. “Part of me. Or at least, part of what people saw.” As they continued walkin
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Three days passed, and the waiting became heavier than any chase Michael had ever been part of. At first, they had expected Lionel to arrive within hours, maybe a day at most. A man like him didn’t linger. He hunted. He pursued. He finished what he started. But as the first day bled into the second, and the second into the third, nothing happened. No gunshots in the distance. No whispers in town. No signs of a predator closing in. Michael found that absence unsettling. By the third morning, he stood outside the cabin with his hands in his pockets, staring at the treeline as if daring it to move. There was a strange tension coiled in his chest, an irritation he couldn’t quite name. He almost missed being chased. At least then, things were clear. At least then, there was momentum. “This is ridiculous.” He muttered under his breath. Inside the cabin, Monica paced. She tried to distract herself, cleaning surfaces that were already clean, rearranging items that didn’t need rearra
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The first thing Michael did was try to tackle Lionel, aiming straight for the shotgun, throwing his entire weight forward in a desperate attempt to rip it from his hands. The impact was solid, bone against bone, but it was like slamming into a steel wall. The shotgun didn’t budge. “Damn…” Michael thought as they staggered. “It’s like the gun is glued to his hand.” Lionel laughed, and slammed the butt of the shotgun into Michael’s shoulder. Sharp and hot pain exploded within him, but he forced himself to stay upright. He twisted, using the momentum to shove Lionel back just enough to create an opening. “Run!” Michael shouted over his shoulder. “You know where to go!” Monica froze for half a second, terror locking her limbs, “But… What about you?” Michael met her eyes, steady and unyielding. “Trust me.” He said with a slight smile. That was all it took… She turned and ran. The cold tore into her lungs immediately as she sprinted through the trees, branches whipping at her coat
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The shot rang out, tearing through the frozen air. One of Thunder’s men went down hard, the blast catching him high in the shoulder and spinning him before he collapsed into the snow with a cry that cut straight through everyone present. Blood bloomed instantly, dark and ugly against the white ground. For half a heartbeat, the world seemed to stop. Then chaos snapped back into motion. Two men rushed Lionel at once. One grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, forcing it upward, while the other slammed into Lionel’s side with his full weight. Lionel snarled, boots sliding as he fought to keep hold of the weapon, but the odds turned against him quickly. A third man joined in, wrenching the shotgun free. The gun hit the snow with a dull thud and skidded several feet away. “He’s disarmed!” Someone shouted. Michael stepped forward immediately, his voice cutting through the panic. “Get him out of here. Now.” Thunder’s men didn’t argue. They lifted the injured fighter carefully, one of the
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The fight dragged on, brutal and relentless, neither man willing to give an inch. Snow was trampled flat beneath their feet, stained with dirt and streaks of blood. Michael moved with practiced precision, tight footwork, controlled strikes, conserving energy even as pain flared through his battered body. Lionel, on the other hand, fought like a total beast, wild, powerful, and cruelly opportunistic. He laughed even when Michael’s fists found their mark, laughed when blood ran from his mouth, laughed when his breath came heavy and ragged. Michael landed a sharp jab to his throat, followed by a hook to the ribs that made him grunt and stumble. Michael pressed the advantage, delivering a round of blows that drove Lionel back several steps. Snow sprayed with every impact. Lionel’s heel caught on a broken plank buried beneath the frost, and he went down on one knee. For a split second, Michael thought it was over. Then Lionel looked up at himand smiled. Michael barely had time t
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Michael didn’t wait for Lionel to make the first move. He stepped in fast, ignoring the pain screaming from his shoulder, and threw a sharp punch aimed straight at Lionel’s jaw. Lionel barely flinched. He caught Michael’s wrist mid-swing and twisted hard, forcing a grunt out of him. Michael pulled away and wiped blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. They collided again. Fists flew. Lionel fought dirty while Michael fought smart, using footwork and timing, but his injured shoulder slowed him down. Every hit sent a dull shock through his arm. Lionel noticed and took advantage of it. There was a sharp crack as his fist landed against Michael’s ribs. Michael staggered, barely keeping his footing. Then voices cut through the chaos. “Michael!” He heard Celia first. Then Jace shouting something he couldn’t make out. Barry swore loudly from somewhere behind him. Lionel glanced past Michael, annoyed. “You brought friends.” Michael smiled through the pain. “Yo
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“Now… he’s no longer a threat.” Richard said flatly. He slid the revolver back into his suit with a casual motion, as if he had merely finished an unpleasant chore. Then he turned to Michael, his eyes sharp despite the calm in his voice. “Monica. Where is she?” Michael didn’t answer right away. He stood there, frozen, his chest rising and falling slowly, his mind still trying to catch up with the reality in front of him. Lionel’s body laid motionless on the snow-dusted ground, blood darkening the white beneath him. The man who had haunted Monica’s life for years was gone… Richard exhaled, running a hand down his face. “Look,” He began, his tone softening just a fraction, “When I told you I’d do anything to protect Monica, I meant anything. Alright?” Celia’s voice trembled as she spoke up. “B-But… that’s going too far.” Richard’s head snapped toward her. His eyes burned, not with anger alone, but with grief, guilt, years of bottled restraint finally cracking. “Too far?” He echoe