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CHAPTER 106: CRACKS IN THE STORY 2
CRACKS IN THE STORY 2Sebastian kept his gaze on the blank screen for a long moment, his jaw tightening as the video replayed in his head. Then with a long sigh, he straightened and lifted his gaze back to Brooks. “Well… that could mean anything,” he said with a light shrug. Even though he tried to mask it with an indifferent expression, the easy confidence from earlier wasn't quite there anymore. But there was no explaining how a man that'd been pronounced dead–a man whose corpse he had seen–is still alive. Brooks shook his head as he slid his phone back into his pocket. “You're wrong," he replied. “It doesn't ‘mean anything'." Sebastian blew out a breath through clenched teeth as he dragged a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. He paced shortly from side to side before turning back. “Or–hear me out on this–they were just talking about something else entirely,” he said, clearly unconvinced himself. "I mean… it could be about another deal or another person. You've been keeping t
CHAPTER 105: CRACKS IN THE STORY 1
CRACKS IN THE STORY 1Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead the quiet parking level. Fireflies danced around the bulbs, their flickers sending long, jittery shadows all over the cracked concrete and pillars every time light stuttered. The sound of cars zooming outside mixed the steady hum of a generator somewhere behind the structure. The elevator doors slid open with a mechanical shriek and Sebastian stepped out. He adjusted his jacket as they slid back shut behind him, locking with a dull clang that seemed louder than it should've been. Water dripped somewhere in the space, its slow, hollow taps echoing in sync with the click of Sebastian's footsteps as he moved forward. His jacket hung loosely around his shoulders, drooping slightly like he hadn't cared to put it on properly. His sharp gaze swept over the space as his pace slowed. He looked between every car until he finally saw him. Brooks. The man stood beside a black SUV parked near the far end. His frame was partially hidden
CHAPTER 104: BEHIND THE CLEAR GLASS
BEHIND THE CLEAR GLASSThe cuffs around Damien's wrists clicked softly as the guards pulled them off. A seat was drawn from the next booth and dropped before the glass. “Sit," the guard said, tapping his baton. Damien stood still for a long moment before dropping down on it. Then the guard tapped him lightly on his shoulder and turned. His footsteps faded to dull clicks as he walked away, heading out of the room. The faint hum of the generator outside filled the room, resonating through his skull and giving him a dull headache. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered and buzzed, and the sterile, sharp smell of bleach wrapped around the space, biting against his lungs with every breath he took. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, then the sound came again–footsteps in the corridor. But this time, they were different. Instead of the heavy, deliberate stride of the fat guard, the steps were lighter, quicker and uneven. It was as though whoever they belonged to could not
CHAPTER 103: LAUGHTER IN HIGH PLACES
LAUGHTER IN HIGH PLACESThe television flickered, blue light flashing across the room as the grainy footage replayed for the fifth time. Flashing cameras blurred the motions sharpened by slow motion edits as the newscaster read from the teleprompter. Vanessa laughed as she watched Damien's fist connect with Don Rafael Moreno's jaw, sending him crashing into the table. The sound–loud, unrestrained, almost disbelieving–echoed through the room as she leaned back against the worn-out cushions of the hotel suite couch. “Oh, my heavens," she gasped between laughs, one leg folded under the other. She swirled the glass of wine hanging loosely between her fingers as she points at the screen right when Brooks jumped at him. "Look at him,” she shrieked, jumping in her seat. "Look at his fucking face!”On screen, Brooks was pinning him down, raining blows on his face. The video switched between three camera angles, all displaying the chaos erupting around the duo. The news anchor’s voice dron
CHAPTER 102: IRON BARS AND QUIET BETRAYALS
IRON BARS AND QUIET BETRAYALSDamien groaned as he stirred to his side. He heard something crack and he stopped. A wave of pain flashed not across his side, followed by a strange cold sensation. It wasn't the sharp, biting kind, but the slow, creeping cold that seeped deep into his bones and refused to leave. The feeling… it came from under him. He turned again with a low grunt, feeling the cold from the metal bench beneath him creep through the thin fabric of his bloodied shirt and wrap itself around his aching ribs. The feeling only sparked the memory from last night–a reminder of every blow he had taken from Brooks. His eyes fluttered open slowly. Dim light from the single bulb hung from the ceiling flickered softly before dying out with a pop. He could still hear it buzz faintly, the sound echoing across the holding cell like it was struggling to stay alive. Turning to his side, he was met with dull concrete stained with age and neglect. Across from him were the iron bars th
CHAPTER 101: A TOAST TO THE DEAD 3
A TOAST TO THE DEAD 3“It is sad to announce to you all that from the reports reaching me," Benson continued, his voice turning somber, “we just lost a brilliant mind. A victim of a gang shootout, his body was found offshore from the city's docks." A murmur rippled through the crowd as every one began to ask who it was. But Damien just remained still, watching Benson with a narrowed gaze. “He was a man whose contributions to this city's financial growth can never be overstated," Benson went on, already lifting his glass. "He was the host to the banquet that announced our dear Ms. Elara Veyra as the bell ringer of that month. To our dear, Mr. Ryan Chen. May his legacy live on.”“To Ryan Chen,” the crowd echoed as they all raised their glasses too.The rims glinted against the chandelier light as soft clinking echoed across the place. But to Damien's ears, the sound rang too loud… too fake. His grip tightened around his glass again, but this time, it didn't crack. It shattered. The
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