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Chapter 119: A Flicker of Hope
The darkness was suffocating, the air thick with dust and debris. Gregory’s heart hammered in his chest as he dragged Dante along the jagged tunnel floor, the narrow space making every movement feel like an impossible task. His body screamed for rest, but there was no time. He couldn’t afford to stop, not now, not when they were still trapped in the collapsing tunnel, cut off from the world above.The sound of rubble shifting behind them was relentless, the rumbling of the earth a constant reminder that they were running out of time. Gregory’s eyes flicked to Dante, who was barely conscious, his face pale and sweat-slicked. Dante’s breaths were shallow, each one labored, but at least he was alive. That was enough for Gregory to push forward, to keep moving, even when every part of him begged for rest.“Dante, stay with me,” Gregory said, his voice strained. “We’ll get out. We just need to keep moving.”Dante nodded weakly, his lips parting in an effort to speak, but no words came. He
Chapter 118: The Final Push
The opening was small, barely big enough for a person to squeeze through. But it was their only hope. Gregory’s pulse pounded in his ears, his breaths shallow as he sprinted toward it, the sound of the tunnel crumbling behind them like thunder. The ground beneath them shook again, and for a moment, it felt as though the tunnel itself was alive, fighting against their escape.“Move!” Dante shouted, pushing Gregory forward as they neared the opening. His eyes were wild with urgency, his face strained with pain, but there was no time to stop. There was no time to hesitate.Gregory’s chest ached as he ran, his muscles screaming in protest, but the fear of being buried alive pushed him forward. The rumbling intensified, the tunnel collapsing inch by inch. The ceiling above them groaned, and dust filled the air, making it harder to breathe.“Almost there!” Gregory gasped, his eyes fixed on the narrow gap. He could see the faint light of the outside world beyond it, a tiny sliver of hope in
Chapter 117: Into the Abyss 3
Gregory’s body jerked violently as the car collided with the tunnel’s entrance. A sharp, bone-rattling jolt sent him crashing against the side door, his head spinning. His vision blurred as the sound of screeching metal and shattering glass filled the air. The tunnel’s walls closed in around them like a vice, the darkness swallowing them whole. For a moment, everything was chaotic noise, a blur of spinning lights and unrelenting force.Then, everything went silent.The car skidded to a halt, the tires grinding against the rough surface of the tunnel floor. Gregory’s heart hammered in his chest, and he struggled to gather his bearings. He blinked, trying to focus on the scene around him, but all he could see was darkness—pitch black, suffocating darkness.“Dante?” Gregory’s voice came out hoarse, his throat tight from the sudden shock. He tried to move but found himself pinned by the seat belt. Panic surged through him as he fumbled for the release. “Dante, are you okay?”There was no
Chapter 116: The Bullet’s Path
The car sped down the narrow, winding street, the tires screeching in protest against the slick pavement. Gregory’s heart raced, every beat a reminder of how fragile their chances were. The masked man’s gunshot had shattered the rear window, sending glass shards flying like deadly confetti. The air inside the car was thick with tension, and Gregory could feel the sharp sting of adrenaline coursing through him, making his hands shake.Dante’s face was set, his jaw clenched tight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. There was no hesitation in his movements as he expertly maneuvered the car, weaving between obstacles and speeding through red lights without a second thought. Every decision was calculated, but even Dante’s expert driving couldn’t stop the menacing car behind them. The pursuit was relentless, and it was clear that they wouldn’t let up until they had captured—or killed—them both.“Keep low!” Dante barked over his shoulder, his voice cutting through the chaos.Gregory didn’t need t
Chapter 115: The Edge of Escape
The cold night air bit at Gregory’s skin as he sprinted through the darkness, the pounding of his feet echoing against the empty streets. His breath came in heavy gasps, each exhale a cloud of mist in the freezing air. He could hear Dante and the guards behind him, but the sound of pursuit was growing ever closer. It was a chase—no longer a fight for control, but a desperate attempt to escape.Gregory’s heart was racing, his mind swirling with a hundred thoughts, but there was one clear truth in all the chaos: they were running out of time. The storm was no longer a distant threat; it was right on top of them. And they were being hunted.He risked another glance over his shoulder, his chest tightening. The dark silhouettes of their pursuers were barely visible, but they were there—moving with terrifying speed. They were getting closer. Much closer.“We need to get to the car,” Dante’s voice cut through the night, calm but urgent. “Keep moving!”Gregory nodded, his legs burning with ev
Chapter 114: The Chase Begins
The darkness beyond the steel door was suffocating, the air stale with the smell of old wood and dust. Gregory’s heart hammered in his chest, the sound deafening in the silence that had enveloped them. He could hear Dante’s steady breaths ahead of him, the only source of sound in the oppressive stillness.The door clicked shut behind them with a hollow thud, sealing them in. Gregory’s mind raced, the pieces of the puzzle he’d been desperately trying to piece together coming faster now, each fragment adding more confusion and fear.“Dante…” Gregory whispered, his voice barely audible. “What is this place?”Dante didn’t turn around immediately. Instead, he reached up, flicking a switch on the wall. The sound of heavy machinery groaned to life, and the dim light of overhead lamps flickered on, casting long shadows across the cold, concrete walls. Gregory’s breath hitched as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings—a hidden underground chamber, filled with high-tech equipment and monitors t
Chapter 113: The Gathering Storm
The world outside seemed quiet, too quiet for what was coming. The distant hum of the city, usually a constant backdrop to their lives, now felt like a hollow noise, as if it were waiting for something to break the stillness. Gregory stood in the center of the study, the weight of Dante’s words still hanging heavily in the air. They were about to face something that neither of them could outrun. A storm, as Dante had called it, was on its way—and it was coming fast.Dante paced the room, his movements sharp, almost agitated, as he pulled a few more files from the desk and began rifling through them. Gregory watched him for a moment, his mind racing with everything that had been revealed in such a short time. The truth about his father, the danger that seemed to lurk around every corner, the sudden urgency in Dante’s eyes—all of it was overwhelming."What's the plan?" Gregory finally asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.Dante stopped, looking at him for a moment, as
Chapter 112: The Storm Approaches
The figure standing in the doorway was tall, his silhouette casting a long shadow against the dim light of the study. His presence seemed to fill the room, making the air feel heavier, as if something was about to break. Gregory remained frozen in the closet, his heart pounding in his chest. The man’s gaze had briefly flicked in his direction, but there was no recognition in his eyes, only the coldness of a predator aware of his surroundings.“Dante,” the man said again, his voice thick with urgency, “we don’t have time. The storm’s already here. They’re moving faster than we expected.”Dante’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “I know. But we still have a few moves left to make.”Gregory’s mind was racing. Who was this man? And who were “they”? What storm was Dante talking about?The man in the doorway stepped forward, crossing the room with deliberate slowness. He was wearing a dark suit, his hair slicked back neatly, and his face was one Gregory had seen before in passing—a
Chapter 111: The Hidden Truth
The words hung in the air like an accusation. Gregory’s mind was racing, his heartbeat thundering in his ears as he stared at Dante, trying to process what he had just been told. His real father? The realization that everything he had known, every detail of his life, was now under scrutiny felt like the ground beneath him was collapsing.“Someone powerful and dangerous,” Gregory repeated, his voice hollow, barely a whisper.Dante’s eyes were intense, filled with an emotion that Gregory couldn’t quite place—regret, perhaps, but also a sense of urgency. There was no denying the gravity of the situation.“Who is he?” Gregory pressed, the question escaping his lips before he could stop it.Dante took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering from Gregory. For a moment, he seemed to struggle with the weight of the truth. Then, slowly, he spoke.“Your father is the man who owns the company—the one I’ve been working for all these years.”Gregory’s breath caught in his throat. The name rang in h
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