All Chapters of Reclaiming Back My Empire: Chapter 21
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Chapter 21
James Vance frowned, tapping the encrypted receiver. "That’s strange... It’s a direct priority dispatch from the Asheville Medical Trauma Center. The hospital where we sent Mr. Bone." Derek’s heart seized. He spun around instantly, stepping into the cockpit. "Put it on speaker. Is Earl all right?" James hit the toggle. A doctor’s voice, tight with anxiety and confusion, came through the speaker: "Mr. Ashford? Mr. Ashford, are you there?" "This is Derek Ashford," Derek said, his knuckles turning white on the dashboard. "How is Earl Bone? Did the surgery succeed?" "Mr. Ashford... the surgery was a complete success," the doctor stammered, his breath trembling over the static. "We repaired the chest wound. Mr. Bone was fully conscious twenty minutes ago. But... something impossible just happened." "Speak clearly, Doctor!" Derek demanded, his voice rising in sudden alarm. "Ten minutes ago, an unmarked black medical convoy with top-secret federal diplomatic clearance arrived
Last Updated : 2026-09-14
Chapter 22
Resting on the empty vault floor was a single piece of heavy parchment paper, held down by a black combat knife driven an inch deep into the steel plating.Written across the paper in bold, dripping red ink was a message addressed directly to Derek:“Welcome to the family, nephew. Bring the black box to the Old Citadel at midnight... or your mother won't live to see the dawn.”Derek’s phone in his pocket began to vibrate with a terrifying, rhythmic pulse.He pulled it out.On the screen was a live video feed from inside Elizabeth’s private hospital room—taken from a hidden camera mounted directly behind Derek’s own head.And in the reflection of the hospital window on the screen, a red laser targeting dot was dancing silently across the center of Elizabeth Ashford’s forehead.The red laser dot did not waver.It sat right in the center of Elizabeth Ashford’s pale forehead, bright and steady like a droplet of fresh blood on porcelain. Through the reflection in the reinforced hospi
Last Updated : 2026-09-14
Chapter 23
The red numbers on the biometric wrist terminal dropped to triple zeros.00:00:00.The air inside the quadrangle of the Old Citadel did not warm; it turned instantly electric, hot, and metallic. Beneath the cracked paving stones, fifty feet down in the pitch-black tunnels of the old Confederate powder magazines, a muffled thump shook the bedrock of downtown Charleston.It was not a roar yet. It was the deep, hollow cough of a primary explosive cap lighting fifty tons of unstable black powder and military-grade demolition gel.Jack Sterling’s mouth was still open, his broken, bloody teeth spread wide in a demonic grin of mutual destruction. He was waiting for the fire to erase him, waiting to watch his long-lost son disintegrate into white ash before his dying eyes.Derek Ashford did not wait to burn.His mountain-honed reflexes did not ask for permission from his shocked mind. In one violent, explosive motion, Derek dropped his shotgun, reached down with both hands, and seized Jack St
Last Updated : 2026-09-14