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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 53
But he didn’t move toward the desk. He moved to the liquor cabinet instead, poured himself a glass of scotch. Damian blinked. “Would you like—?” “I didn’t pour you one,” Klaus said. “You’ve made enough bad decisions today. No need to add alcohol.” He remembered, in vivid detail, how stupid he’d been—how blind. How love had made a fool of him. How Allison, in her silk lies and honeyed venom, had laughed off betrayal like it was a joke. It hardened him. Every memory carved out his empathy and replaced it with ice. Damian didn’t reply. He sank behind his desk, head bowed, like a king forced to kneel in his own throne room. Cassandra opened her bag, pulled out a sleek tablet, and tapped through the contract. She slid it across the desk. “Everything’s outlined. Don’t waste our time. We already have a meeting booked with your largest creditor—assuming you want us to stall them.” Damian read it. Each line a slow punch to the ribs. He signed. Klaus stepped forward, took t
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 54
Klaus appeared behind a ventilation unit on the same rooftop. Just meters away. Jack's instincts flared like a struck match. He moved fast, sliding into a sniper’s crawl, trying to reposition before the shot could be interrupted. His gloved fingers reached to steady the rifle barrel—but it was already too late. The world stretched. Time hiccupped as Klaus blurred through the air, his teleportation phasing him in and out of visible space. In a final blink, he appeared directly before the rifle’s muzzle, one hand already wrapped around the barrel like a snake claiming prey. With zero hesitation, Klaus wrenched the weapon upward, then drove a vicious foot into Jack’s masked face. Crack. The sniper's visor shattered. He flew back, skidding across the gravel-strewn rooftop with a grunt muffled by his mask. His rifle clattered beside him, useless. But Klaus didn’t wait. He advanced like a force of nature—steady, inevitable. “Hello, Jack,” he said, voice calm but laced with v
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 55
Klaus had transformed—into a massive, human-sized pangolin. Its armor gleamed under the pale moonlight, thick metallic plates layered like a living tank. His sharp, clawed limbs glistened. A long, segmented tail bristled with raw power. And above it all, two glowing purple eyes stared forward—fierce, inhuman, unmistakably Klaus. The predator had become the beast. In Jack's altered state, he continued to attack, allowing his thirst for blood to take over, as his fangs reformed in his mouth. Jack was oblivious to the beast he was becoming. His fury consumed him, leaving no room for concern about Klaus's transformation. He plunged his dagger down with greater force, aiming to pierce Klaus through the back, but once more, the blade clashed against armor. Clang! The thick pangolin scales absorbed the blow, causing the dagger to splinter under the impact. As Jack lunged forward to sink his teeth into Klaus's neck again, his venomous fangs shattered once more, and this time, his gu
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 56
She picked up almost immediately. “Sir?” Cassandra’s voice was tight, laced with worry. “Is it over? What happened? I heard—gunshots. It sounded like a—” “Come outside,” Klaus said coolly, already sliding into the seat. “We’re going to pick someone up.” A beat of silence. “Pick someone up…? You mean the threat? The assassin?” “I told you,” Klaus said as he started the engine, “everything’s fine.” The line went dead. Minutes later, Cassandra emerged from the side entrance of the building. Her heels tapped softly against the pavement, the click echoing in the dim alley. Her expression was tight, brows drawn in worry, eyes scanning the darkness. Then she saw him—calm behind the wheel, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel, his face unreadable… but strangely serene. She approached cautiously. “You okay?” He nodded once. “Didn’t even get scratched.” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait. So the danger’s gone?” Klaus glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling faintl
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 57
Felix barked a laugh, desperate. “You? You’ll move my SUV?” “Yes.” “I dare you, sewer rat.” Klaus smiled—cold, sharp. “Fine.” He walked calmly to the SUV, placed both hands on the hood, and began to push. To the horror of Felix—and the stunned silence of the crowd—the massive SUV began to roll aside with a groan of metal. Gasps broke out. The guards reacted instinctively, rushing forward—but their legs locked up mid-step. Eyes wide with panic, they realized they couldn’t move. Klaus had used aura manipulation—subtle, precise. Their limbs were paralyzed. They could speak, but nothing more. “Stop at once!” one of them barked, trying to mask his fear. “We’ll be forced to use viole—” “Then use it,” Klaus said coolly, not even looking back. He finished shifting the SUV entirely out of the way. Felix’s face was twisted in disbelief and terror. Trapped in his car, he screamed obscenities. “You’ll regret this! I’ll ruin you! I’ll—” “Shut up,” Klaus said, his voice like
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 58
Klaus felt the oppressive weight in the air before anything else. The atmosphere around him buzzed with a palpable, dense energy—divine, yet foreign, twisted in a way he couldn't quite place. It was ancient, dark, and it clung to the space between the physical world and something far more dangerous. He stood on the rooftop, his gaze locked onto Jack's petrified form. Jack, once his enemy, now a mere statue—frozen in agony, his heart gone, his identity erased. That divine energy thrummed in the air, too strong to ignore. Klaus’s chest tightened. Whoever had done this to Jack hadn’t just killed him—they’d stripped away everything that made him human. His heart, his soul, his very essence—consumed by something far more sinister. A sharp instinct gnawed at him, urging him to retreat, but Klaus wasn’t one to back down. He couldn’t. Not now. The danger was far from over, and the more he stood in the presence of that energy, the more it felt like a calling—something that was coming for h
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 59
He’s at the police precinct on 850 Adinson Street. Please, we need your help." "Hold on," Marcus replied. "I’m on my way. Did you see what happened?" Cassandra hesitated, her fingers tightening on the phone. She couldn’t go into details. Not yet. "Felix Bancroft had him arrested," she said carefully, "because Mr. Klaus asked him to move his car so he could pass. He was in a hurry." "That’s it?" Marcus’s voice was tinged with disbelief. Cassandra clenched her jaw. "That’s all. Please hurry. He needs you." As she hung up, Cassandra looked up at the dark street, her mind still on Klaus and the ominous feeling that something far bigger than a corrupt politician was coming their way. --- Klaus was taken to a holding cell, and within a few hours the news of Klaus Whitlock being arrested and taken into custody for physically attacking and beating up Felix Bancroft because his SUV obstructed his own jeep on the road made the morning news. Felix Bancroft had already released an
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 60
"Klaus is—what, an acquaintance?” She shook her head. "He saved my life on Hayman Island, dad. Twice. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t even be here. You don’t get to call him an acquaintance. He’s the reason your daughter came home alive." Julian leaned back, visibly shaken. He remembered the incident—the silence surrounding it. He had never gotten the full story. Until now. "And Felix," Isabella continued, her voice breaking, "has done nothing but lie and manipulate. You’re backing a man who tried to destroy someone good. Someone who never once used his power to hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it." She took a breath, then delivered the final blow: "I won’t be able to live with myself—or look at you the same way—if you keep treating Felix as your protégé. Drop him, or you lose more than your reputation. You’ll lose me too." The silence that followed was deafening. And in that moment, Julian Rossi didn’t make the decision as a politician. He made it as a father. He picke
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"Just cold, hard facts. And the fact is — you were at a crime scene. With a gunshot wound. Alone. Raving.” Klaus’s fists clenched under the table. “I didn’t shoot myself.” “Didn’t you?” Donovan’s voice grew mocking. “Let’s explore a little theory, shall we? What if… you orchestrated the whole kidnapping? You lured Cassandra there, maybe as bait, and Reginald tried to pay you off, but something went wrong. You got desperate. Shot yourself to make it look convincing.” “That’s absurd.” “Oh, it gets better.” Donovan leaned even closer, eyes narrowing. “What if you planned to extort the Thorncrofts? Maybe the deal went sideways and you needed a new angle. So you staged the whole ‘rescued the damsel’ act, banking on sympathy. But then she doesn't recognize you. Oops.” “You’re reaching.” “No, I’m unraveling.” Donovan’s grin widened. “You’re not a savior, Mr. Whitlock. You’re a manipulator. A con man. Maybe even a psychopath. Pretending to be mentally unstable just in case your lit
CHAPTER 101
Klaus sank into the cold, metallic chair, the clang of steel echoing through the sterile interrogation room. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming like the wings of some mechanical wasp waiting to sting. His heart pounded against his ribcage, heavy with disbelief. They believed him. Reginald Thorne — polished businessman, beloved philanthropist, grieving father. The perfect mask. A titan of influence with connections on speed dial and his name engraved on a few charity plaques across the city. And who was Klaus? A half-naked, wounded man dragged in by officers who didn’t know they had a billionaire in their midst. His body was laced with strange scars and a fox tattoo. His tale — absurd, incoherent to them. Something out of a dime-store thriller. The kind of story that gets you a padded cell, not justice. The system had failed him once. And now, it was happening again. But Klaus Whitlock wasn’t the kind of man to stay down. No, not anymore. The world had tried to e
CHAPTER 100
Klaus lay on the ground, motionless, his body pale and smeared with dirt and dried blood. A young officer knelt beside him, touched his neck—then frowned. “He’s got a pulse… and breathing. He’s alive!” “What?!” Reginald’s eyes widened in disbelief. He was shot—he should be dead. How? The officer helped Klaus sit up. To everyone’s astonishment, Klaus slowly opened his eyes. They were sharp. Focused. “Get him a blanket,” another officer called. Moments later, Klaus stood shakily on his feet, draped in emergency foil. He looked directly at Reginald, who was now being helped to his feet and limping toward the exit with two officers holding his arms. Allison’s mouth fell open as Klaus walked beside them. His presence was surreal—like a ghost that refused to fade. “You...” Reginald murmured, his voice barely audible. “You’re... supposed to be...” “Dead?” Klaus said, lips curling slightly. “You’d be surprised how often people get that wrong.” Reginald couldn’t speak. He
CHAPTER 99
Klaus immediately twisted his fingers mid-air, activating his aura manipulation. A sudden gust of invisible force slammed against the pistol in Reginald's hand, launching it out of his grip. The gun clattered across the tiled floor like a fallen idol. Before Reginald could blink, Klaus was already in motion—he surged forward, slammed his boot into Reginald’s stomach, and sent him hurtling across the room. The older man crashed back-first into the wall with a sickening thud, dislodging a dusty portrait that fell and shattered on the floor beside him. "You will pay for everything you’ve done," Klaus growled, his voice like thunder churning in the clouds. "This ends now." Reginald wheezed and coughed, laughing through the pain. “You think this ends just because you say so?” he hissed. “You arrogant brat.” Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he pulled himself up to a half-sitting position. “So what if you expose me? You should have just stayed dead. You were a ghost. You w
CHAPTER 98
Her lips painted blood red. Her golden hair curled to cruel perfection. Reginald was gone. The room fell silent—except for the soft hum of hidden cameras. Allison crawled onto the bed like a predator in heat. “You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless,” she whispered, fingers trailing sensually along his jawline, down his chest, over his stomach. Klaus didn’t move. She leaned in and kissed him—long, slow, deliberate. Her hands explored him with performative lust, like an actress in a twisted play. Then, just as her fingers slid under the edge of his waistband, he stirred. Weakly. Convincingly. “W…why?” he rasped, his voice trembling. “Why are you doing this?” Allison paused—caught off guard. Then she laughed. It wasn’t joy. It was madness. “Because you deserve it,” she hissed, her breath hot against his cheek. “You dared to think you were untouchable. You rejected me. You humiliated my father. You walk around like the world belongs to you.” She leaned down and kis
Chapter 97
Klaus Whitlock lifted his hands slowly—deliberately—as if surrender were a kind of art form. His eyes glinted with a dangerous calm, and the corners of his lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile—more of a dare than a plea. The black-clad agents surrounding him hesitated for just a breath, caught in the tension of the moment, then surged forward like starving dogs unleashed upon prey. Let them tackle him. Let them beat him down. His smirk never wavered. Not even once. Boots slammed brutally into his ribs. A baton cracked hard across his shoulder. Someone drove a knee forcefully into the back of his neck. Klaus groaned—a sound that was pure performance. Beneath the chaotic blur of limbs, shouts, and violence, his fingers moved with elegant precision, dancing in the shadows. He slipped a phone from one of the agents—a sleek, cutting-edge model, no doubt encrypted and easily traceable. But Klaus didn’t care about the data. Not now. What mattered at this moment—was th
CHAPTER 96
Guiding him through what felt like an underground corridor—cold cement underfoot, the air damp and stale—Klaus allowed his captors to push him forward, his senses heightened, brain mapping every twist and turn. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at him—it was calculation. He was counting steps, memorizing patterns. Cataloging breathing rates. Not theirs—his. He heard a metal door creak open. A shove sent him stumbling forward. Then silence. Just him, the darkness, and the muffled thrum of a generator somewhere deep in the bowels of this forgotten place. Klaus remained still. Then slowly, deliberately, he lifted his hands—and tore the hood free. He was in a windowless room, dimly lit by a flickering overhead bulb. No camera. No visible guards. Cement walls, stale air. They’d made one critical mistake. They left him alone. A slow smirk curled on his lips. They didn’t know who they were dealing with. Klaus’s eyes shimmered faintly as he activated his Phantom Eyes. The room arou
CHAPTER 95
The naive, trusting fool who believed that loyalty meant safety—that if he gave his best to the world, it would not bite him back—was long gone. That man had been scorched, seared down to bone and breath by betrayal. His innocence had been bartered for silence. His trust, shattered beneath the boots of false allies and smiling traitors. What rose from those ashes wasn’t merely a man. It was a force. An inevitability. A presence carved from sharpened purpose and bound by unbreakable will. Klaus Whitlock had been reborn through fire and suffering, and now he stood—silent and cold as granite—ready to rewrite the rules that once caged him. He would finish what they started. He would reclaim what was his. He would make every last one of them bleed for it. The Thornes. Duncan. Allison. Reginald. Every sycophant and snake who had twisted a blade into his back, all while smiling sweetly to his face. They didn’t know what they had created. They didn’t understand that the
CHAPTER 94
"I want to seduce him," Allison said, her voice a slow, silken thread of malice that wound through the quiet between them. "Lure him into something... compromising. Maybe at one of those glittering afterparties the socialites love so much. Get him drunk enough—or reckless enough—to slip." The line crackled softly in the silence that followed, heavy with dark anticipation. "And then?" Reginald asked, his voice dipping into something rougher, something eager, as if tasting the possibilities she laid out. Allison didn't miss a beat. "Then we claim he raped me," she said, the words falling from her mouth like poison wrapped in honey. "We’ll have cameras in place. Photos, maybe even a hidden mic. Enough damning evidence to crush him—legally, publicly, financially." Her words drifted between them, thick and noxious, a dark mist that neither seemed eager to clear. "First," she continued, her voice gleaming with a twisted satisfaction, "we blackmail him. Bleed him dry. Drag it out,
