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BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 87. SHADOWS OF THE PAST
Carrick stared at the locked box in his hands, his mother’s initials engraved on its metal surface. His pulse was steady, but the weight of what he had just heard from Domino lingered in his mind like a ghost.Victor and Elias watched him carefully, waiting for him to speak.Victor crossed his arms. “So, what’s in the damn thing?”Carrick exhaled. “We don’t know yet.”Elias knelt beside him. “And we can’t just stand here all night hoping it magically opens itself. We need a plan.”Carrick ran a thumb over the cold metal. The box felt both foreign and familiar at the same time. It was his mother’s, but she had never told him about it. Why had she hidden it? What could be inside that Domino and Zachary didn’t want him to find?Victor crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. “We could force it open.”Carrick’s grip tightened around the box. “No. If my mother locked this, she had a reason. I won’t break it.”Elias sighed. “Then we need the key.”Victor scoffed. “Great. And where do
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 88. THE HIDDEN HEIR
Carrick stood frozen, his fingers gripping the leather-bound notebook as if it were his last lifeline. His mother’s words burned into his mind.Silas Gale is still alive.It felt impossible. Zachary had always ruled as if he were the rightful heir. He had built his empire on control, manipulation, and power. If Silas was alive… then Zachary’s entire rule was illegitimate.Victor broke the silence first. “I don’t even know where to start, man. This is...this is insane.”Elias shook his head. “If this is true, then Zachary’s whole claim to the Gale name is a fraud.”Carrick tightened his jaw. “It’s more than that. If my mother was hiding this, it means she believed Silas was a threat to Zachary’s power. And knowing my father… he wouldn’t have left loose ends.”Victor exhaled. “Which means if Silas is still breathing, he’s either in hiding or...”“Or he’s locked away somewhere,” Elias finished.Carrick flipped through the pages, scanning his mother’s notes for any clues. She had always b
BANG BANG BANG Chapter 89. The Forgotten King
Silas Gale stared at Carrick with hollow yet sharp eyes, his gaze flickering with suspicion, curiosity, and something else...something deeper.Pain.He had been here too long.His wrists were bruised where the iron shackles bit into his skin. His once-proud frame had withered, but his presence… it was undeniable. Even in the dimly lit room, Carrick could sense it.This was him.The true heir to the Gale Family.Victor shifted uncomfortably behind Carrick. “Damn. He looks like a ghost.”Elias narrowed his eyes. “No. He looks like a man who has survived hell.”Silas’s voice was raw from disuse. “You said your name is Carrick?”Carrick nodded, stepping forward cautiously. “Carrick Gale.”Something flashed in Silas’s expression, but it was gone in an instant. He gave a hollow chuckle, shaking his head weakly. “Another Gale… how fitting.”Carrick clenched his jaw. “Not like the others.”Silas’s eyes bore into him, searching, assessing. He exhaled, his voice low. “That’s what they all say.”
BANG BANG BANG Chapter 90. Wisps from the past
Chapter 90. Wisps from the pastThe car sped through the night, headlights cutting through the darkness as the city skyline loomed in the distance. Inside the vehicle, tension was thick. The weight of what had just happened settled over them like a storm cloud.Victor kept his hands tight on the wheel, his jaw clenched as he navigated the winding roads. Elias, sitting in the passenger seat, kept glancing at the side mirrors, scanning for any signs of pursuit.In the back seat, Silas Gale sat with his head tilted back against the leather. His breathing was heavy, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes...something alive.Carrick watched him carefully. The man had spent years locked away, betrayed, forgotten. Yet there was still fire in him.Silas turned his head slightly, his voice rough from disuse. “Where are we going?”Carrick leaned back. “Safe house outside the city. You’ll have time to recover.”Silas scoffed. “And then what? You expect me to just follow your lead?”Carr
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 91: STRIKING FAST
Silas leaned forward, his fingers steepled as he regarded Carrick with sharp, assessing eyes. “You want to go after his money first,” he mused. “Smart move. But Zachary doesn’t keep all his wealth in one place. He’s meticulous, paranoid even.” Carrick nodded. “I figured as much. That’s why I need you...you know how he operates.” Silas smirked slightly. “I do. But I’ve been out of the game for a while. Things might’ve changed.” Victor scoffed. “Men like Zachary don’t change. If he was greedy and power-hungry before, he’s even worse now.” Silas chuckled. “Fair enough.” He tapped his fingers against the armrest. “Back when I was still in the picture, Zachary’s main sources of revenue came from three things: high-stakes underground gambling, arms smuggling, and private investments.” Carrick frowned. “Investments?” Silas nodded. “Legitimate businesses...hotels, construction, even some tech startups. It’s how he launders his money.” Elias crossed his arms. “So, what’s the wea
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 92: THE NEXT STEP
Darius Kane leaned back against the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the casino floor. The chaos had begun to settle as security tried to calm the furious high rollers, but the tension was still thick in the air. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass before downing it in one go.Carrick watched him closely, reading every flicker of emotion that crossed his face. Darius was a man who had spent years working for ruthless employers, men like Zachary Gale, who valued loyalty only as long as it served their interests. Now, he had been backed into a corner, and he knew it.“Why should I trust you?” Darius finally asked, placing the empty glass on the bar. His gaze was sharp, but there was a hint of curiosity beneath it.Carrick smirked, sliding onto the stool beside him. “Because I didn’t have to offer you anything. I could’ve just left you to deal with Zachary’s wrath. But instead, I’m giving you a way out.”Darius chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve got some nerve, kid.”Carrick’s smirk di
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 93: A MOTHER'S GAMBLE
The tension in the room was suffocating. Carrick’s words had settled like a death sentence over his men.“We go to war.”Victor LaGraine leaned back against the table, his arms crossed, his sharp eyes assessing Carrick. “War isn’t cheap. We hit Zachary hard at the casino, but he still has resources. If we go head-to-head now, we’re taking a big risk.”Elias nodded. “Victor’s right. If we make the wrong move, we lose everything.”Carrick’s jaw clenched. He already knew that. But this wasn’t just about strategy. This was personal.Darius Kane stepped forward. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “If Zachary plans to use your mother as leverage, he won’t kill her immediately. He’ll use her to lure you out.”Carrick’s fists tightened. His mother had suffered enough under the Gale name. He wouldn’t let Zachary hurt her again.“So, what’s the plan?” Elias asked.Carrick exhaled slowly. “We get to her before he does.”Victor frowned. “And how exactly do we do that? The Gale estat
BANG BANG BANG CHAPTER 94: A WAR IGNITED
The black SUV sped down the highway, its tires cutting through the night as Carrick sat in the backseat, his mother’s hand gripped tightly in his. His heart was still hammering in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins from the firefight they had barely escaped. His mother, pale but composed, turned to him. “Carrick, you shouldn’t have come for me.” Carrick’s eyes flashed with anger. “How could I not? Zachary was using you to get to me.” She shook her head. “And now he will be furious. You’ve just declared war.” Victor, who sat in the front passenger seat, let out a dry chuckle. “War was inevitable. We just fired the first real shot.” Darius, behind the wheel, glanced in the rearview mirror. “No tails so far, but we should still move fast. Zachary won’t let this slide.” Carrick turned back to his mother. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head. “No, but... I saw Marco before we left.” Her voice trembled slightly. “Carrick, he won’t stop. He will come after you. He ha
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CHAPTER 156: SALT IN THE VEIN
The rain came down in ragged sheets, slicing the dark city like a surgeon’s scalpel. Steam roiled from grates as if the underworld itself were exhaling. Inside an armored car weaving through the back alleys of East Parish, Luka Vuković sat silently between Marco and Alessia.Neither had spoken in ten minutes.Finally, Luka broke the silence. “You all talk about him like he’s a god.”“He thinks he is,” Marco muttered. “But gods bleed. I’ve seen it.”Alessia didn’t smile. “Not easily, though.”Luka’s gaze drifted to the window. “You’re hoping I’ll help you kill him.”“No,” Alessia said softly. “We’re hoping you’ll understand why he needs to die.”“And then kill him,” Marco added, blunt as stone.Luka looked down at his hands. His knuckles still bruised, his palms trembling slightly. “What if I said no?”Marco didn’t even blink. “Then you become a liability. To him and to us.”Alessia shot him a sharp glance. “What he means is...we’d find another way. But you’d never be safe again.”The
CHAPTER 155: BORROWED BLOOD
The safehouse above the old garment district was a crumbling relic—three floors of rusted stairwells, boarded windows, and the distant sound of trains howling like ghosts beneath the streets. Alessia stood at the cracked window, watching steam rise from the sewers. The city was moving again. Grinding. Shifting. Ready to break.Marco was downstairs, hunched over maps and documents. He hadn’t slept since the Continental burned.“Marco,” Alessia said, descending the stairs, “you need to rest.”He didn’t look up. “We’re too close. If we stop now, he’ll disappear.”“We’ve shaken him. Maybe even scared him.”“Not enough,” he said, voice hollow. “Carrick doesn’t feel fear like we do. He files it away, weaponizes it, then sells it back to you with interest.”She crossed the room and slapped the table, scattering blueprints. “You’re becoming him.”Marco blinked.She leaned in, voice quieter now. “I watched you torture that man at the docks. I saw your eyes when you cut Silvano’s throat. You’re
CHAPTER 154: THE DEVIL'S DEBT
The smoke from the Continental Club still hung low in the city’s lungs when the next move was set into motion.In a decrepit warehouse along the waterfront...abandoned since the union strikes of ’94...Marco stood before a long wooden table stained with oil, blood, and something darker. Alessia leaned against the far wall, arm wrapped in gauze, her eyes vacant. Silas knelt in the shadows, checking blueprints spread out on a crate beside a small black case of syringes and tools.Viktor Strain arrived without a word, stepping in from the alleyway, rain hissing off his coat like steam from a kettle.“We rattled Carrick,” Marco said, voice hoarse. “But he didn’t fall.”“He won’t,” Viktor replied. “Not unless you cut his spine, not just his skin.”Silas glanced up. “We’ll need to go deeper. Into his personal network. His past.”Marco frowned. “What past? The man was born in fire. Raised in war.”“No,” Silas said, pulling a photo from a dossier and tossing it on the table. “Everyone has root
CHAPTER 153: VEINS OF FIRE
The storm broke over the city at midnight.Rain fell like ash, heavy and constant, drumming against glass and stone as if the heavens themselves were mourning what was to come. Lightning arced across the sky, casting jagged shadows over the decaying skyline. Beneath the storm, in the blood-slick streets and alleyways, the game moved again.In the basement of an abandoned church near the Eastside slums, Marco stood beside his new ally—a man known only as Viktor Strain."You brought the girl?" Viktor asked, his voice an icy drawl, laced with a foreign accent that hinted at Eastern Europe.Marco nodded. "She'll be here soon."Viktor studied him, eyes pale as frost, skin stretched tight over sharp bones. He had the look of a man who'd seen too much death and made peace with it. On his belt hung twin pistols custom-machined for him in Prague, and every inch of his long coat seemed stitched with menace."Carrick won't go down easy," Viktor said."He shouldn't. The bastard has claws. But if
CHAPTER 152: THE BLACK LEDGER
Rain hammered the rooftop like war drums. The night was soaked in shadows, the kind that made men forget their names and remember their sins.Carrick stood inside a derelict warehouse on the waterfront, the metal walls creaking with every gust of wind. Maps and surveillance photos were pinned to rusted boards. Red lines connected hideouts, cash routes, weapons caches. They all led to one place...Lucien’s last known fortress: an underground vault hidden beneath the facade of a wine cellar in Oldtown.Logan adjusted the strap of his rifle as he studied the layout."You really think he’s there?" he asked.Carrick nodded once. "Intel came from someone inside. Anonymous, encrypted. Could be a trap."Marco strode in behind him, rainwater dripping from his trench coat. "If it’s a trap, we spring it on our terms. I’m tired of playing defense."Victor, bruised and stitched, leaned against a crate with his arms crossed. "And what happens if Delilah’s there?"Carrick's eyes darkened. "Then we fi
CHAPTER 151: TERMS OF WAR
The morning after the ambush, the city felt like a carcass picked clean by vultures. Smoke clung to the skyline, and the streets buzzed with a violence that no longer tried to hide itself. In the ruined conference room of what once was the Montrose Hotel, Carrick Gale leaned over a scarred table, maps and dossiers spread out like a battlefield. Marco arrived late, limping slightly, Victor and Silas flanking him like angry hounds. The air between the two leaders crackled. "You called for this meeting," Marco said, voice like gravel. "You better have something worth my time, Carrick." Carrick didn't look up right away. He tapped a folder at the center of the table. "Lucien," Carrick said. "And his pet ghost, Delilah Blackthorn. They're not just gunning for you anymore." Marco snorted, stepping closer. "No shit." Carrick finally met his gaze. His eyes were sharp, glacial. "They're coming for all of us." Silence stretched. Victor shifted, resting his hand on the butt of his p
CHAPTER 150 BLOOD IN THE STREETS
The first firebomb hit just after midnight.Carrick Gale stood on the balcony of the north wing of his estate, cigarette dangling from his lips, when the sky bloomed into angry red in the distance.Another explosion rumbled seconds later, closer this time.He ground the cigarette under his boot and turned on his heel, face hardening.Marco’s war had just escalated ... and it was bleeding into Carrick’s world.A knock rattled the door."Come," Carrick barked.Logan stepped in, breathless. His shirt was stained with soot and blood, his left sleeve shredded."They hit the Yarrow warehouse," Logan said. "Took out two guards. Set the whole place ablaze."Carrick’s eyes narrowed."And the DeSantis armory?"Logan hesitated."Gone," he said quietly. "Blew it sky-high twenty minutes ago. They're targeting every asset we have in the west sector."Carrick paced the room, the polished wood floors creaking under his boots."Marco’s desperation stinks like a dying dog," he muttered. "But this... th
CHAPTER 149: SMOKE AND MIRRORS
The smoke hadn’t even cleared from the ambush site when Marco slammed his fist onto the table back at the safehouse."Goddamn it!" he roared, sending a stack of blueprints flying.Victor stood nearby, a fresh gash bleeding across his brow, jaw set tight with anger.Silas limped in, clutching his side. "It was a setup," he rasped. "He knew every move we made."Marco’s face was carved from stone."He’s inside our circle," he said. "Somebody’s talking."Victor cursed low. "I’ll start running checks. Every man, every comm line.""No," Marco said, voice colder than steel. "I'll do it myself."He turned to Silas."Get patched up. You're no good to me bleeding out."Silas opened his mouth, thought better of it, and nodded, leaving the room.Only Victor stayed."You really think one of ours flipped?"Marco didn't answer right away. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, hands steady even though his gut boiled."Not just flipped," he said finally. "They sold their soul."Victor’s mouth tightene
CHAPTER 148: BLOOD IN THE SHADOWS
The first sign that something was wrong came with the silence.The war room was usually a hive ... phones ringing, men shouting, maps shifting. But tonight, there was nothing. Just an eerie, unnatural stillness.Marco paced the edge of the table, feeling the weight of it press down on his chest."Where’s Jax?" he snapped, glancing at Victor.Victor, frowning, checked his watch. "He should’ve reported in an hour ago."Silas lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. "Maybe he ran into heat. Cops, Carrick’s leftovers..."Marco shook his head. "Jax doesn’t miss check-ins. Not unless he’s dead."The word hung heavy in the air.A phone rang ... sharp and shrill.Everyone jolted.Victor grabbed it."Yeah?" His face paled almost instantly. "Boss... you need to hear this."Marco snatched the phone from him."Marco," a voice rasped. Jax’s voice ... barely recognizable, slurred and broken."It’s... a trap... he knew... he knew we were coming..."Gunshots crackled in the background. Screaming. Then
