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Chapter Ninety Eight Black and Coffee
Black sat at the corner of the cell he was thrown into. His back pressed against the cold wall, his legs drawn close, as though curling into himself could shield him from the reality he faced. He was the only one in the cell, but he was not the only one in the corridor.The corridor stretched long and narrow, lined with rows of iron bars. It was full of different cells, ten in all, five on one side and five on the other. Each cell carried its own shadows, whispers, and the weight of despair. The air smelled of rust and damp stone, a reminder that this place was not built for comfort but for punishment.“Hey, you,” an older cellmate from across the corridor called out, his raspy voice breaking the silence. Others who had been there longer tried to get Black’s attention, curious about the newcomer. But Black did not respond. He sat in the farthest corner of his cell, his mind spiraling, shutting out the voices around him.Never had he failed Lorenzo Santiago before. The name alone carri
Chapter Ninety Seven The Response on Call.
Lucas stepped out of the boardroom, the weight of the past few hours pressing heavily on his shoulders. The silence of the corridor felt almost unreal compared to the chaos he had just endured.Only three hours ago, he had been in the warehouse, fighting desperately against the goons who had kept him intrapped. The memory of fists, shouts, and the sharp sting of adrenaline was still vivid in his veins. But that ordeal ended when Jeruel arrived, bringing both the police and his aide with him. From that moment, Lucas had returned to the company, his sense of duty forcing him back into the very world he was born to rule.He reminded himself firmly that he was the heir. And heirs could not allow themselves to collapse under pressure. Responsibility was his inheritance, and it demanded his attention.As he stepped out of the boardroom door, his cell phone rang sharply, breaking through the thick quiet of the hallway. The sound echoed in the stillness, almost like an alarm that called him b
Chapter Ninety Six Isla at Home
Isla slammed her leg on the brake pad as she drove through her gate, the screech of the tires echoing her inner turmoil. She hadn’t even reached her designated car park before she fumbled with the handle, pushed the door open, and stepped out as though the car was suffocating her. Her chest felt heavy, her hands trembling so much she could barely steady herself. The words Lucas had spoken replayed in her mind like a haunting melody she could not silence.Despite her rude behaviour toward him. Despite the times she had looked down on him, cheated on him, and even stood him up at the altar, he was ready—unbelievably ready—to forgive her the instant she sincerely apologised.If Lucas had only said he would forgive her, it would have been more than enough to humble her. But what shattered her was the fact that he wanted to do more. He wanted to support her business again, just like he had once done anonymously.He wanted to resurrect the company she had ruined, rebuild it from the groun
Chapter Ninety Five What Next
They fell to the ground, bullets lodged in their knees. Their screams pierced the silence, echoing through the abandoned warehouse. Their bodies writhed with sharp, enduring aches, and every groan of pain filled the air with raw desperation. Lucas stood firmly among them, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed with burning focus.He wanted answers. He wanted to know who had sent them. There was no possible way these men had acted on their own. Someone had covered his face with a veil, dragged him to this deserted place, and threatened his life. That kind of precision didn’t come without orders.Slowly, Lucas walked toward Black, who lay groaning on the concrete floor, clutching his wounded knee. He crouched down, sat on him, and yanked his collar tight enough to pull his attention.“Who sent you?” Lucas demanded, his voice like steel. He pressed the barrel of his pistol against Black’s head, frowning as his eyes searched for a crack in his defiance.But instead of fear, Black erupted in
Chapter Ninety Four The Fight.
Twenty flew in from Italy. Five were stationed at the warehouse.Lorenzo had the rest taken to his villa, where he ruled with an iron fist. “He is going to be dead meat, I promise you sir,” White said, bowing as he stood before Lorenzo like knights before their king. The dim light in the villa made Lorenzo look even more intimidating, seated high above them as though he were the lord of a castle.Black was the more brutal when it came to combat, the one who left blood behind on every assignment. But White, as Lorenzo nicknamed him, was more dangerous in other ways. He was cold, calculating, and ruthless in strategy. If Black was a sword, White was the dagger you never saw coming.Together, they formed a separate jurisdiction for Lorenzo, two shadows who answered only to him. And Lorenzo used them hand in hand, his most trusted weapons to achieve the goals of the Virellis.***Lucas stood rigid, his chest heaving, every muscle wired for survival. He clenched his fists tight, one hand
Chapter Ninety Three Take To A Warehouse
“Fucking get outta the fucking car!” one voice snapped like a whip through the night. Before Lucas could react, they yanked him forward by the collar, gripping him so tightly that he couldn’t even raise a hand to rip the veil off his face. His body slammed into the cold steel frame of the car before they shoved him hard into the back seat.He collapsed like dead weight across the leather cushions. His chest still rose and fell, proof that he was alive, but his eyes had rolled back, and his limbs hung lifeless. The cloth pressed against his face had been soaked and infused with a heavy gas, something designed to knock a man out within seconds, leaving him vulnerable, helpless, and easy prey.With one swift motion, they seized control of the steering wheel and sped away. The screech of the tires cut into the silence as the car lunged forward.Not far behind, another set of men were in motion. As Jeruel’s car rolled to a halt, two figures in the back seat stepped out immediately, weapon
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