All Chapters of The Untouchable Damien Royce : Chapter 41
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Chapter 41
Westbridge. “T-that’s… that’s n-not what I meant…”Chloe stammered, her voice was barely a whisper. It was cracked, thin, and uneven, hanging in the stifling air of the precinct lobby.Nobody moved. The usual background hum of the station…phones ringing, keys clacking, officers murmuring, seemed to have stopped entirely.Damien just stared at her.His expression didn't register shock, nor did he look angry. His expression was much worse. His eyes were entirely hollow, a flat, frozen void that made the temperature in the room feel like it had plummeted ten degrees. Standing right beside him, Amelia felt a sudden, physical weight settle over her chest. The sheer intensity of his stillness was terrifying.Chloe took a sharp, ragged breath, her shoulders flinching backward. “Damien, please. Listen to me…”Damien didn’t let her finish, with his eyes away from her, he pulled his phone from his pocket, his movements devoid of any hesitation, and pressed a single speed dial.“Daniel.”Dan
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Abandoned? “Mr. Royce!”“Damien!" “Is it true that the Pierce Group accounts were frozen by federal regulators?”"Are you truly the Sovereign?”“Miss Su! Over here! Are you personally involved in the investigation?”A wall of reporters surged forward against the barricades. Cameras flashed violently, casting jagged, blinding white shadows across the pavement. Microphones were shoved forward like weapons.Damien didn’t blink. He didn’t shield his eyes. He walked through the chaos like a ghost drifting through a crowd, completely untouchable. He reached the passenger side of his sleek, dark sedan, pulled the door open for Amelia automatically waited just long enough for her to slip inside before slamming it shut.By the time he climbed into the driver’s seat and shut his own door, the deafening roar of the media was instantly cut off, replaced by the heavy, pressurized silence of the car's interior.But this silence wasn't like the heavy, awkward quiet they had shared after the ga
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White Walls.Daniel lowered his voice, leaning in toward Damien. “We’ve been keeping eyes on it for the last ten minutes. No movement outside. But look at this…one of the primary exterior security cameras over the back entrance was completely ripped out of its housing.”Damien’s eyes narrowed. “How recent?”“Fresh wires exposed to the rain,” Daniel replied grimly. “A few hours at most.”Damien’s expression darkened, a shadow passing over his features. ‘We’re late. God dammit, we’re late.’ he mused within himself.Marcus tapped the screen of his tablet, the blue light illuminating his tightened face. “The main city grid doesn’t even cover this block anymore, guys. The power’s running through a completely isolated, private generator system buried deep underground. Whoever’s running this circus has some serious, deep-pocketed funding.”“Let’s go,” was Damien’s retort.He didn't wait for a tactical plan. He started walking directly toward the main glass double doors.Daniel sighed under
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A Father's Proof.Small, faint marks. Little partial ovals and heel indentations were left in the grime.“Damien,” she called out, her voice barely a whisper but sharp enough to cut through the room.Damien was at her side in an instant. Daniel and Marcus were hovering around.Amelia pointed a trembling finger at the floor. “Footprints. They’re tiny. And look…they’re heading out toward the back hallway.”They immediately followed the trail.The tiny, frantic footprints led them away from the clean administration wing and deeper into the bowels of the building. The further they went, the more the illusion of a clean medical facility began to crumble. The white walls gave way to damp, unpainted concrete.The air turned bitterly cold, carrying the musty smell of an underground bunker.Finally, the trail terminated at a massive, reinforced steel door at the very end of a dead-end corridor.There was a heavy electronic keypad lock installed on the frame, its small digital screen glowing
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Found.A tiny, fleeting silhouette, that of a child.The shadow darted past the rusted second-floor railing so quickly it almost didn’t feel real.But Damien, whose senses were heightened at the moment, caught it.And the second he did, something violent flashed across his face.“Aaron!”His voice cracked through the dark corridor like a gunshot.The footsteps upstairs stumbled, then stopped.Daniel’s flashlight beam snapped upward toward the second-floor walkway, catching the outline of a small figure standing rigidly behind the railing.The child froze completely, he was thin, barefooted and utterly shaking.Damien was already moving before anyone else reacted, he bolted out of the underground room, taking the rusted stairs two at a time with terrifying speed.“Damien …” Daniel started, but Damien wasn’t listening anymore, his mind solely on something else.The child whimpered the second Damien reached the top landing, his eyes going wide.He spun around and started running again.F
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Not Aaron. The ride back to the penthouse was almost unnaturally quiet. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the city lights blurred past outside. Damien sat in the backseat this time, the child was curled tightly against his chest beneath Damien’s dark coat, small fingers twisted into the fabric like he was afraid someone would take it away. Damien never loosened his hold once. Not even slightly. His hand stayed protectively against the back of the child’s head while he murmured quiet reassurances every few minutes. “You’re okay.” “I’m here.” “I won’t let anybody touch you again.” Amelia sat across from them silently. Watching. The child looked exhausted, terrified, and malnourished. Marcus noticed her expression from the passenger seat. “You okay?” Amelia lowered her voice quietly. “Just processing it all.” Marcus glanced backward toward Damien and the child. Damien was gently rubbing slow circles against the boy’s back now, completely fo
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First Doubt.“I’m not Aaron.”Amelia’s hand stopped dead against the mattress.The boy blinked up at her, rubbing a fist against his eye before rolling over, pulling the heavy comforter up to his ears.Amelia stood frozen. The hum of the city outside seemed to fade into a sharp, heavy silence.Amelia froze beside the bed, looking down at him.Her heartbeat thudded once against her ribs.Maybe you’re overthinking it.He’s exhausted. Traumatized. Half asleep.Children say strange things all the time.Right?“Okay,” she whispered.She reached down, tucked the edge of the blanket over his small shoulder, and waited.He didn’t move, his breathing slowing into a steady, rhythmic pattern.Amelia stepped backward, flipped off the bedside lamp, and closed the door with a soft click.But even after she shut the door behind her and walked to her room…the words stayed stuck inside her head.‘I’m not Aaron.’Amelia barely slept.Every single time she closed her eyes, she heard that sleepy little
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Eli. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the living room bright and warm.Amelia walked into the guest room with a stack of folded clothes. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”The boy sat up, his brown hair sticking up in wild tufts. He rubbed his blue eyes and looked at her. “Morning.” was his soft response.“Let’s get you into a warm bath before breakfast.”The boy pouted, kicking his legs under the sheets. “You always make me take baths,” he grumbled, his eyes a little crossed.Amelia found his expression funny, but held herself back from laughing.“Well, that’s standard procedure when you’ve been running around underground facilities.”“I escaped really good, though.”Amelia laughed, setting the clothes on the chair. “You did. You were very brave. Now, let's go.”Twenty minutes later, they walked into the main living area. Marcus was sitting cross-legged on the floor, eating cereal straight out of the box, while Daniel tapped away at a tablet by the
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The Wrong One. Amelia stared at the stitched letters until her vision blurred, the quiet hum of the washing machine filling the narrow room.Eli.Not Aaron.Her fingers tightened around the tiny green shirt, the rough fabric digging into her palms.She tried to find a logical explanation. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe the facility mixed up the children's clothes during laundry days, or maybe…maybe it belonged to a friend he had made inside. But deep down, she knew she was making excuses.The memory of his sleepy voice echoed clearly in her mind, alongside the subtle hesitations that happened every single time someone called him Aaron.He always looked around first, pausing as if trying to remember to play a part.A floorboard creaked outside in the hallway. Amelia startled, quickly folding the shirt into a tight square and pressing it against her chest just as Damien appeared in the doorway. He looked completely drained. His dark hair was messy, and heavy shadows sat beneath his
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Doubt Two. She didn't fail to notice it, the tiny, freezing hesitation, the boy's eyes shifted to the side for a fraction of a second, as if he were internally checking a script before he finally gave a small nod."...Yeah."Damien noticed it. Amelia saw the slight widening around his eyes, but he chose to just nod back calmly, intentionally burying the doubt deep down where it couldn't hurt him. He wanted this to be true so badly that he was willing to ignore his own sharp instincts.Breakfast proceeded in bursts of easy laughter.Marcus tried to teach the boy a card game using a deck from the drawer, and the child immediately began cheating in the most obvious way possible, hiding cards under his leg. Daniel actually smiled, shaking his head as Marcus loudly complained about being swindled by a child. Throughout it all, Damien just watched. He didn't eat much; his eyes were glued to the boy like he was holding a piece of glass that the world might shatter at any moment.Then, Ma