All Chapters of The Return Of Adam Cole; Son of the soil.: Chapter 101
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Chapter 101
Adam picked up the mop and walked.He moved through the hallways, his steps slow, his shoulders bent, his face hidden beneath the old man's beard. He pushed the mop ahead of him, the wet head slapping against the stone, leaving a trail of gray water. The guards watched him pass, then looked away.The first door was locked. The second was locked. The third opened.Adam slipped inside.The room was small, dark, stacked with boxes. He pulled one open. Papers. Records. Names he didn't recognize. He moved to the next box. Ledgers. Numbers. Dates. He tucked a handful of pages into his jacket and stepped back into the hallway.The fourth door was an office. Desk. Computer. Shelves of files. Adam closed the door behind him and began to search.He found a folder marked "Accounts." Inside, lists of payments, names of buyers, names of suppliers. He flipped through it, his eyes moving fast, his mind cataloging. A name repeated. A man named Victor Kane. Payments every month. Large amounts.“Hm
Chapter 102
Adam stood over the guard's crumpled body, his chest rising and falling, his hands loose at his sides. The man on the floor stared up at him, his mouth still open, his hands still pressed against his throat, struggling to say something.Adam looked at him for a long moment. Then he turned and walked to the desk. He picked up the phone, dropped it into the bodyguard’s pocket. He straightened the papers that had scattered across the floor, stacked them neatly, set them back on the desk.The guard watched him, his eyes wide, his face pale.Adam walked to the door, opened the door and stepped into the hallway.He heard them before he saw them. Footsteps, voices and laughter. Coming from the stairs at the end of the hall. Adam's eyes swept the corridor. He grabbed the mop, shoved it against the wall. He grabbed the bucket, tipped it into a corner, the water sloshing against the stone. He smoothed his beard, pressed the torn edges flat. He was standing in the center of the hallway, whe
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Adam walked behind Joe, his steps slow, his mind racing. The notepad was in Joe's hand. The pen was in Joe's hand. In thirty seconds, the guard would write his name, write what happened, write everything. Adam's eyes swept the hallway. A cart against the wall. A stack of boxes. And against the far wall, two metal drums.He looked at the drums. He looked at Joe's back. He looked at the open door ahead, where Logan waited.He focused his power.The drums groaned. Metal scraping against stone. Joe stopped. He turned his head. The drums shuddered, lifted, crashed together.BANG!!!Joe spun around. "Holy shit!"He dropped the notepad, the pen clattered to the floor. He ran toward the drums, his footsteps echoing, his voice calling for help. Adam bent, scooped up the notepad and the pen, tucked them into his jacket. He was standing in the doorway, his face old, his shoulders bent, when Logan appeared."What's happening?" Logan's voice was sharp.Adam shook his head. "I don't know, sir.
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"You," Logan spat. "Where were you?"Adam bowed his head. "Nothing, just resting my head.”Logan walked toward him, his legs stiff, his shoulders hunched. He stopped inches from Adam's face."Resting? Is that how you planned on paying back your debt."Adam's face was blank. "No, sir."Logan's eyes narrowed. His gaze dropped to the bucket, he then kicked the bucket, spilling the water on the floor. His lips curled."On your knees," he said.Adam didn't move."I said on your knees. You're going to clean this floor properly. With your knees or even your tongue if you have to."Joe shifted behind him. "Sir……""Shut up." Logan's voice cracked. His eyes never left Adam's face. "This filth thinks he can stand there looking at me like that. Like I'm nothing. Like I'm the one who should be on the floor."Adam looked at him. The man was shaking, his pride was the only thing left, and even that was crumbling.Adam set the mop against the wall. He knelt.Logan's chest heaved. "That's better. T
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Adam pushed the mop past Logan's office. The door was closed. He walked to the supply closet, stepped inside, and closed the door. He stood in the dark for a moment, letting his mind work, Joe was the key. The one Logan trusted above all others. If Joe fell, Logan would have no one.Adam pulled the key card from his pocket. He had taken it from the young guard two days ago, slipped it into his jacket, forgotten it. Now he looked at it, turned it over in his fingers. Logan's office. Private. Locked at night.He waited until the building was quiet. The guards made their rounds. The lights dimmed. Adam moved through the shadows, silent, invisible, nothing like the old man who shuffled through the halls with a mop.Logan's office door clicked open. Adam slipped inside.He moved fast. The desk drawers were locked. He worked the paperclip from the notepad, felt for the pins, pressed, turned. The drawer opened. Inside, a black ledger. Thick. Heavy. Bound in leather.Adam opened it. Names.
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Adam leaned forward, his voice low, casual. "Victor Kane. Who is he?"Joe's head snapped toward him. His eyes narrowed. His face hardened."You mind your business, old man." His voice was sharp, cutting. "You push that mop and keep your mouth shut. You hear me?"Adam pulled back, his hands raised "I didn't mean anything by it. Just asking a question."Joe stood, his fists clenched. "Don't ask anything. There's you cleaning floors and me leaving this place. That's it."He walked toward the gate, stopped, turned back. His face was hard, his eyes cold."You want to live a long life, you forget that name, you forget you heard it. You go back to your bucket and your mop and you stay there."He pushed through the gate and was gone.Adam sat alone in the courtyard, the name still ringing in his ears. Victor Kane. He had heard it before. He knew he had. He closed his eyes, let his mind go back.Adam stood. He walked back inside, picked up his mop, pushed it down the hallway. His mind was wo
Chapter 107
Logan paced the office, back and forth. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets. His jaw was tight. His eyes kept darting to the phone, to the window.Adam pushed the mop into the corner, leaned on the handle. He watched Logan circle the room. The man needed someone to talk to, like Joe. But Joe was gone. Adam knew this is where he needed to step up.Adam stepped forward. "Something troubling you, sir?"Logan stopped. His eyes landed on Adam, then slid away. "What did I tell you about asking questions?""Just an old man concerned, sir. You seem troubled."Logan laughed, bitter. "Get the fuck out of my sight, what do you know?"Adam nodded. "Old people have the best advice. We've seen things. Made mistakes, learned from them."Logan stared at him. His face was tired. His eyes were bloodshot. "You think I need advice from a man who cleans floors for a living?"Adam shrugged. "Everyone needs someone to talk to. Even kings had fools."Logan's jaw tightened. He walked to his desk,
Chapter 108
Logan woke to sunlight slicing through his office window. His head pounded and his mouth was dry. He pushed himself off the floor, his legs unsteady, his hands pressing against the desk for support. He stood in the center of the room, his head throbbing, his mind clearing. No stolen files or missing money. He can't remember the conversation they had yesterday, he had taken too much last night.He stepped into the hallway.Adam was at the end of the hall, his back bent, his mop moving slow across the stone. Logan walked toward him, his steps heavy, his head still pounding."Old man."Adam straightened, turned. His face was blank, his eyes hidden behind the mask. "Sir. You're up early."Logan studied him. The bent shoulders. The weathered hands. The eyes that looked at nothing and saw everything. "Last night. What do you remember?"Adam shook his head. "I remember drinking with a troubled man, I remember him falling asleep. I remember leaving him to rest."Logan waited. Adam said n
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Kai stepped through the front door and closed it behind him. The house was quiet. He moved down the hallway, his footsteps soft, his eyes scanning.The security system was active. Cameras at every corner, sensors on every window. Guards outside, hidden, watching. He had set it up himself. He heard the voice before he reached the living room. Vicky. Her voice was low, trembling."Please don't harm me. I will send money. I promise. Just don't…."Kai stopped at the doorway. Vicky sat on the couch, her back to him, her phone pressed against her ear. Her shoulders were shaking. Her voice was cracking."My brother is not out of town. He's here, I don’t know who the fuck is spreading rumors."She stopped. Her hand tightened on the phone. Her breath came fast.Kai moved closer, still remaining quite."He's not, believe me." Her voice broke. "Please. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt them."A pause, she listened and then her face went white. Her hand dropped to her side. The call ended.She
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Kai sat in Adam's room, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He had almost cracked the encryption. A few more minutes and he would have the names, the addresses, the faces behind the calls. A scream ripped through the house.Kai was on his feet before the sound finished. He ran down the hallway, his heart pounding, his hands already reaching for his phone. The door to Vicky's room was open. Clara was on the floor, her arms wrapped around Vicky's limp body, her voice raw, broken."Vicky! Vicky, open your eyes! Please, baby, open your eyes!"Vicky lay still, her face was pale and lips were blue. Foam bubbled from her mouth, ran down her chin, dripped onto Clara's hands. Her eyes were closed. Her chest didn't move.Kai's eyes shot to the nightstand. A bottle of pills. Empty. She had taken them all.Clara was shaking, her hands pressing against Vicky's face, her voice cracking. "No, no, no, no, no….."Nova appeared in the doorway. His face went white. His mouth opened. No sound cam