All Chapters of The Return Of Adam Cole; Son of the soil.: Chapter 151
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Chapter 151
The gun roared. A deafening crack split the air. The bullet punched straight into the wall, right over his chest. Adam didn’t flinch. Luca’s eyes bulged, and he swallowed hard. Luca was good with guns and never missed his target, so he began to wonder what happened now? Adam kept walking. Luca stumbled backward, boots scraping across the cracked concrete. His free hand grabbed at the edge of a rusted metal table for balance. The gun shook violently in his grip. “W…what the hell are you?” Luca whispered. Adam’s voice came low and calm. “Your end,” he replied as he closed the distance. Luca screamed and swung the empty gun toward Adam’s head. Adam caught Luca’s wrist mid-swing. His fingers locked like iron. Bones creaked under the pressure. Luca gasped, pain flashing across his bruised face. The gun clattered to the floor. Adam twisted. A sharp snap echoed. Luca howled as his wrist broke. He dropped to one knee, clutching his ruined arm against his chest. “Ple
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Adam arrived at Max house. The men Clinton had sent stood in the corners, their faces hard, their hands on their weapons. They nodded when Adam entered. Luca's mum sat in the same chair, still tied, her head bowed, her shoulders shaking. Tracy sat beside her, her hands still bound, her face pale, her eyes dry. She looked up when Adam walked in, watched him cross the room, watched him crouch in front of her mother-in-law. "Untie them," Adam said. The men moved, cutting the ropes, freeing their hands, their ankles, their chests. Luca's mum slumped forward, her head in her hands, her body shaking. Tracy rubbed her wrists, stood, pressed her hand against her belly. Adam turned to her. "Luca is in the car, he's alive. He's going back to prison. Maximum security. No visitors or calls." Tracy's face did not change. Her eyes were dry. Her lips were pressed together. Luca's mum stood, her legs unsteady, her hands shaking. Tracy did not move. She stood in the center of the ro
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Agatha smoothed her blazer, her smile sharp. She turned to the board, her voice steady, commanding. "I propose a rule. If I win the vote, I will decide Olivia's role in this company. Whatever position I feel fits her abilities. Or lack thereof." Olivia's hands slammed on the table, standing up. "That's not how this works!" She yelled Agatha tilted her head. "Then tell me how? The last I checked I have been in this company for the longest time, while you were busy sleeping around with men," she said disgustedly. Don quickly held her left hand to stop her, but she removed her hand, a smirk plastered on her face. The board members shifted in their seats. Murmurs rippled through the room. An older man with gray hair cleared his throat. "Agatha, that's highly irregular." Agatha's eyes did not leave Olivia's face. "Irregular, yes. Unfair, no. If Olivia believes she's capable of leading, she should have no fear of what role I assign her, after all she said she wants to le
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Agatha's hands slammed against the table. "No one told me," she said, her voice low, trembling. "No one thought to inform me that a stranger bought his way into my boardroom?" “Stranger?” Adam mumbled loud enough for her to hear. “Who's the stranger?” He asked, turning around. Agatha clenched her fist, she knew Adam was making a fool out of her. Patricia, already irritated, shifted in her seat, her fingers smoothing the edge of her notepad. "It was a minor transaction. We didn't think it was important," she responded nonchalantly. Agatha's head snapped toward her. "Minor? A minor transaction? He just seated himself at that table. He just claimed a vote. And you didn't think it was important?" She yelled. “Reduce your voice, this isn't a market place,” Adam said. Agatha squeezed her clothes, if it wasn't that it was Adam, she would not have hesitated to show him her other side. Patricia's face was still, but her eyes flickered. "You were busy with the election.
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Tracy's hands pressed against her belly. Her breath came fast, shallow, Zara sat beside her, her face pale, her hands twisting in her lap. "I can't," Tracy whispered. "Something's wrong." Zara stood, paced to the window, stared out at the dark street. "It's nothing. You're just stressed. Rest." Tracy's face contorted. A low groan escaped her lips. She doubled over, her fingers digging into the mattress. Zara spun around. Her eyes widened. "Tracy?" "I need a doctor." Tracy's voice was thin, cracked. "Please." Zara's hands shook. She looked at the door, at the window, at her daughter curled on the bed. "I can't afford a doctor. We have nothing." Tracy's eyes filled. Tears ran down her cheeks. "Then call Adam. He'll help." Zara laughed. It was a hollow, broken sound. "After everything we did? He won't help us." Tracy screamed. The sound tore through the small room, raw and desperate. Zara rushed to her side, grabbed her hand, held it tight. "Shh. Shh. I'm he
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Agatha's hands slammed against the table, papers scattered. "What's going on here? Answer me! All of you!" Her voice cracked, high and wild. Her eyes darted from face to face. Damon looked at the table. Patricia looked at the window. The other board members shifted in their seats, uncomfortable, silent. "You sabotaged me," Agatha spat. Her finger pointed at Patricia, then at Damon, then at the others. "All of you. You planned this. Behind my back." Damon cleared his throat. "Agatha, the vote was fair…" "Fair?" Agatha's laugh was sharp, broken. "You stood there and smiled at me. You nodded. You let me believe…" She stopped, pressed her hand against her chest, tried to steady her breathing. It did not work. "You let me believe I had won." Patricia's voice was calm. "We voted for who we thought was best for the company." Agatha spun toward her. "Best for the company? Best for the company? I am the company. I built it. I bled for it. And you…" She pointed at Olivia.
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Olivia stood. Her chair scraped against the floor and her hands pressed flat on the table. "You claimed you worked hard. You said you earned those votes." Her voice was low, steady. "So why were you going around bullying them?" Agatha's head snapped up. Her eyes were red. Her lips pressed together. "You ruined my father," Olivia continued. Her voice rose. "You married him for his name. You stayed for his money. You watched him die and felt nothing." Agatha's hands clenched on the armrests. "And when that wasn't enough, you tried to ruin the last thing he left behind. This company. My legacy." Olivia pointed at her. "Our legacy." Agatha shot to her feet. Her chair tipped backward, hit the floor with a crash. She let out a mocking laughter. "Contributions?" Her voice cracked. "What did you ever contribute? I did the dirty work. I made the deals. I kept this company alive while you sat in your office playing CEO." She stepped around the table, her finger jabbing the air.
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Ethan knelt in the truck bed, one knee pressed into Thomas's spine, his gun pressed against the back of the man's head . Blood from his bicep wound dripped onto Thomas's shirt. Thomas laughed. "You're going to kill me here?" Thomas asked. "On the side of the road? Like a dog?" Ethan pressed the barrel harder. "Tempting." Victoria glanced in the rearview mirror. Her face was pale, streaked with dirt and blood that wasn't hers. Her hands gripped the wheel tight. "Ethan," she said. "We need him alive." Ethan didn't answer. His jaw was locked. His eyes were black pits. Anna sat in the back seat, curled against the door. Her wrists were raw from the cuffs. Her swollen eye had closed completely. She stared at Thomas through the rear window, her eyes wide with something between hatred and grief. Ethan grabbed Thomas's hair and slammed his face against the truck bed. Cartilage crunched. Blood sprayed. "Ethan!" Victoria shouted. "Drive," Ethan said. His voice was flat. De
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Olivia tried to stand, but Adam stopped her from standing up. She looked at Adam. He did not move, his face was calm and his eyes were fixed on Agatha.The board members turned to him, waiting. Adam shook his head, just once, small and quick and they all understood.Don walked in. His face was pale. His tie was loose, sweat clung to his forehead. He closed the door and leaned against it, breathing hard.Agatha looked around the room. Her eyes moved from face to face. Patricia stared at the table. Damon studied his hands. The others looked at the floor, the ceiling, the windows. Anywhere but at her."What is wrong with all of you?" Agatha yelled. "I said there's a mob outside! They're shouting. They're angry. They're…."Adam leaned back in his chair. "It's nothing.""Nothing?" Agatha stepped toward him. Her heels clicked on the floor. "A mob is nothing? They can do anything to the company and you sit here saying it's nothing.…." "Exactly. It's your problem. Not ours."Agatha's mou
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Adam pressed further. “The Mob outside, are none other than the villagers. Agatha's face went white, she couldn't believe they were here. "The villagers," Adam continued. "The ones you bled dry. The ones you watched die because they couldn't afford your prices." Agatha's legs moved. She paced to the window and saw them already stoning the gate, immediately she turned around and began to pace back and forth. She was sweating despite the cold room. "The mob…" Her voice cracked. She stopped, swallowed. "They won't listen to me. They'll tear me apart.” Don, knowing this was close to a death sentence for his mum, quickly walked to Adam and dropped to his knees. The sound echoed through the silent room. His head bowed and his hands pressed flat against the floor. "Please," Don said. His voice was low, shaking. "Help her." Adam did not move, his face was calm and his eyes were on Agatha. Don raised his head, tears ran down his cheeks. "I'm begging you, she's my mothe