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Chapter Thirteen – Blood in the Silence
The night was thick inside Victor’s compound, shadows spilling across the courtyard where soldiers laughed and drank, their glasses clinking against the drumbeat of music echoing from the hall.Jackson stood at the edge of it all, Elena’s weight heavy in his arms, her blood soaking into his shirt. Each step felt like a countdown. Every second she lived was a second closer to discovery.And Carlo’s voice still coiled in his head: “You missed her heart.”The bastard knew. “Need a hand, Black?” a soldier called, already swaying with drink.Jackson shook his head, masking his panic with a sneer. “She’s mine to dispose of.”The soldier chuckled and stumbled back toward the laughter. Jackson slipped down a side passage, his boots barely making a sound against the stone.The compound’s walls rose high around him, lit by torches and scattered bulbs. He knew the layout well enough now, there was an old storage shed near the eastern wall. Secluded. Quiet.Perfect for hiding… or killing. Elena s
Chapter Twelve – Masks of Fire
The first blinding sweep of headlights cut across the pier like a blade, pinning Jackson in their glare. Engines roared behind the light, black SUVs eating up the dock until the wooden planks rattled under their weight. Victor had arrived.Jackson’s pulse slammed in his throat. The bodies of the masked men lay scattered around him, their blood slicking the boards. Elena clung to his arm, her wrists raw from the ropes he’d cut, her face pale but streaked with determination.He had seconds, only seconds, before Victor and Carlo saw everything. Jackson’s mind fired like a machine: Hide the truth. Twist the story. Turn this into advantage.He shoved Elena upright, whispering through clenched teeth, “Play along or we’re both dead.” Her eyes burned into his, fear and defiance, but she nodded.The SUVs screeched to a halt, doors bursting open. Victor stepped out first, cigar glowing like a red coal, his wolfish grin already plastered across his face. Carlo flanked him, eyes sharp, suspicious
Chapter Ten – Pier of Shadows
The night air stank of salt and rust. Pier 47 stretched into black water, its wooden planks creaking under Jackson’s boots. The city lights were far behind, leaving only the moon to paint silver across the waves.His pistol was cold in his hand, Elena’s photo burned in his mind, the gag, the ropes, the fear in her eyes. Was it real, or another of the Ghost’s games?Either way, Jackson couldn’t ignore it. The pier was empty. Too empty. Jackson moved slow, eyes scanning shadows. Cargo crates stacked high, fishing nets swinging in the wind, a half-sunken boat bobbing at the far end. Every instinct screamed trap. “Black…”The voice slid across the air, distorted, amplified, coming from everywhere and nowhere. “You killed the rats without flinching. Victor trusts you. Carlo suspects you. Elena wants you. And me?” A low chuckle. “I own you.”Jackson gritted his teeth. “Show yourself.”A light flickered on. At the end of the pier, a chair. Elena bound to it. A gag across her lips. Eyes wide,
Chapter Nine – Blood in the Water
The phone call wouldn’t stop replaying in Jackson’s head. I was there the night they killed your mother, That voice. That low, steady certainty. Whoever the Ghost was, he wasn’t bluffing. He knew too much.And that meant one thing: the Ghost wasn’t just watching. He was in it, Victor’s summons came at dawn. A convoy of black SUVs pulled Jackson into the industrial zone again, this time to a slaughterhouse that reeked of blood and ammonia.Victor stood in the center of the floor, smoking a cigar while two men knelt in front of him, hands bound, bloodied from hours of beating.“Rats,” Victor said simply, nodding toward the men. “They sold weapons to the Bratva without my blessing.”His gaze slid to Jackson, almost testing. “Black. What do we do with rats?”Carlo chuckled darkly, pacing behind the prisoners. “We gut them, boss. Split ‘em open so the others remember.”Victor’s grin was cold. “Exactly.” He turned back to Jackson. “But tonight, you choose the method.”The room went quiet. D
Chapter Eight – The Whisper Network
Jackson didn’t sleep. He sat in darkness, the second photograph burning in his hand. His own face, caught in the act. His mask, cracked wide enough for someone to see beneath. But who?Carlo had been watching him since the docks. Elena’s eyes lingered too long, questions curled behind her smiles. And Victor… Victor was too sharp to miss the smallest fracture in loyalty.One wrong move, and he’d be buried in the same earth as his family. By morning, Jackson was moving. He slipped into the city’s underbelly, tracing black-market photography dealers, surveillance contacts, information brokers. His world was money now, and money talked fast.But even money couldn’t find what didn’t want to be found. Every lead ended in smoke. Every name, a dead end. And then, finally a whisper.A bartender at a downtown dive, nervous eyes darting. He leaned close over the counter, voice hushed.“They call him the Ghost. Always watching, always one step ahead. Leaves pictures like warnings. Some say he wor
Chapter Seven – The Eyes in the Dark
The city never truly slept, but Jackson hadn’t closed his eyes since the docks. The photograph lay on the table in his penthouse, its edges curling, the image burning into him.His mother, bleeding, frozen in her final moments. Whoever left it had been close enough to slip past his guards, close enough to know where he lived. And the message: We know who you are.He poured a glass of whiskey, his reflection in the window looking back at him, Mr. Black, the phantom billionaire, the mask that was both his weapon and his cage. But someone out there saw the man underneath.By morning, Victor called. His voice was gravel and command. “Black. You did good at the docks. Carlo says you’ve got fire in you. I like that. Tonight, you ride with me.”Jackson hesitated. Victor himself? That was closer than he expected this soon. “Where to?”Victor chuckled darkly. “You’ll see.”The line went dead. Evening bled into night, and a black Bentley collected Jackson. Inside, Victor lounged in the backseat
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