All Chapters of BLOOD OWNS THIS CITY: Chapter 11
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The Detective's Secret
Nadia Cross's apartment was dark when Marcus arrived.He'd been watching for an hour. No lights. No movement. Either she was gone or she was waiting.Marcus picked the lock and slipped inside. The apartment was small but neat. Photographs on the walls. A police badge on the counter. A half-empty coffee cup on the table.She was still here. Just hiding."Detective Cross," Marcus said. "I know you're here. We need to talk."Silence. Then a click. The safety of a gun being released."Show yourself," Nadia's voice said from the shadows.Marcus stepped into the dim light of the kitchen. Nadia emerged from the bedroom doorway, her service weapon trained on his chest. Her hands were steady. Her eyes were not."You're the Ghost," she said. "The one who's been tearing through Viktor's organization.""I'm Marcus Webb. And I know you've been working for my father."Nadia's face flickered. Just a fraction. Then it went hard again."I don't know what you're talking about."Marcus pulled out the ph
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The Bodyguard's Price
The warehouse sat on the waterfront, rotting and forgotten.Marcus approached from the east side, moving through shadows. Nadia was twenty meters behind him, her service weapon drawn. The meeting with Gregor was set for midnight. They were early."Stay here," Marcus whispered. "If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, call Darnell."Nadia nodded. "Be careful. Gregor is loyal to your father. This could be a trap."Marcus moved forward. The warehouse door was rusted, the lock broken. He slipped inside.The interior was vast and dark. Crates stacked to the ceiling. A single light bulb hung from the center of the room, illuminating a figure in a chair.Gregor. Big. Bald. A scar across his face that looked like a knife wound."You're early," Gregor said. His voice was a low rumble. "I like that."Marcus stepped into the light. "You have information about Simon Webb.""I have many things." Gregor leaned back in his chair. "But information is dangerous. And dangerous things cost money."Marcus pu
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Thursday Night
The Black Lotus was packed for Thursday night.Marcus stood at the bar, nursing a glass of water. His leg was wrapped in a compression bandage. His spine was a constant throb. But he was here. Watching. Waiting.Vivian Rourke's club was the meeting point. Gregor had said the mole met someone here every Thursday. Marcus had been watching for three hours. No sign of anything suspicious.Darnell appeared beside him. His ribs were still bandaged, but he'd insisted on coming."You should be resting," Marcus said."You should be dead." Darnell ordered a drink. "We're even."Marcus almost smiled. Almost.The crowd shifted. A woman entered through the VIP entrance. She was tall, elegant, dressed in white silk. Her face was familiar.Marcus's blood went cold.Detective Nadia Cross.She moved through the crowd like she owned the place. No one stopped her. No one questioned her. She walked straight to the VIP section and sat down at a private table.Marcus's hands tightened on his glass. Nadia.
Last Updated : 2026-07-18