Chapter 150
Author: Youngblood
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The alley dead-ended into a narrow brick wall, and Chance knew he had him. The assassin skidded to a halt, his boots scraping against the gravel, shoulders heaving from the chase. Slowly, deliberately, he turned.

The hood came down. The harsh afternoon light caught his face—sharp features, eyes like chips of flint, cold and merciless.

“You must be braver than you look,” the assassin sneered, his lips curling in a humorless smile. “Not many would follow me this far. Foolish, but brave.”

Chance didn’t flinch. His breath was still ragged, but his stance was firm, shoulders squared, fists curled at his sides. “Who the hell are you? Who sent you?” His voice carried an edge, demanding, though beneath it was the fire of raw anger.

The assassin tilted his head, chuckling darkly. “And why would I tell you that? You think you’ve won because you cornered me? No, boy. The mistake was yours. Because now…” He raised the pistol, the black steel glinting ominously in the sunlight, “…you’ve seen my fa
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    Julia turned, her heart still pounding from the adrenaline of the day, only to freeze in place when she saw the figure standing a few steps away. For a moment, the chaos of the swearing-in, the assassination attempt, the police sirens outside—it all dimmed.“Adams?” she whispered, almost disbelieving.Adams Smith.He hadn’t changed much—still tall, broad-shouldered, with the same sharp jawline that had once made half the campus swoon. There were streaks of silver at his temples now, subtle but unmistakable, lending him an air of gravitas that only deepened the commanding presence he’d always carried. His dark suit was immaculately tailored, but it wasn’t his appearance that made Julia’s heart melt.It was the memories.Adams had been part of their inseparable quartet back then—Steven O’Connor, Julia, Helsin, and Adams himself. The four of them had been young, ambitious, reckless, convinced they were destined to change the world. Then Steven had died, Helsin had pursued a career in aca

  • Chapter 150

    The alley dead-ended into a narrow brick wall, and Chance knew he had him. The assassin skidded to a halt, his boots scraping against the gravel, shoulders heaving from the chase. Slowly, deliberately, he turned.The hood came down. The harsh afternoon light caught his face—sharp features, eyes like chips of flint, cold and merciless.“You must be braver than you look,” the assassin sneered, his lips curling in a humorless smile. “Not many would follow me this far. Foolish, but brave.”Chance didn’t flinch. His breath was still ragged, but his stance was firm, shoulders squared, fists curled at his sides. “Who the hell are you? Who sent you?” His voice carried an edge, demanding, though beneath it was the fire of raw anger.The assassin tilted his head, chuckling darkly. “And why would I tell you that? You think you’ve won because you cornered me? No, boy. The mistake was yours. Because now…” He raised the pistol, the black steel glinting ominously in the sunlight, “…you’ve seen my fa

  • Chapter 149

    Isaiah and the golden haired boy held each other's gaze for far longer than anyone should be able to deem comfortable. Nathan's eyes burroweed into Isaiah's soul, as well, as Isaiah's eyes proved to be a window to a mysterious soul—a person that should not be messed with.Isaiah, as well as his father, Anthony who had his eyes towards somewhere else on purpose just to avoid the sharp glare of his foster son, wondered when the staring will end. Isaiah longed for it to end, but it seemed the person he was staring at was adamant to make him uncomfortable.But soon enough, Nathan smiled, dropping his gaze and squeezing his hand around the railings he held. "Is that your friend, father?" Anthony flinched at being called father by Nathan. Isaiah noticed it, and he thought the boy up ahead of him would notice it too. That his so called father just did not like it so much to be called his father.Anthony turned around to him. "Yes," he said, a voice with a certain shiver. Isaiah could hear

  • Chapter 148

    "You mean you did not hear anything?" Lawrence asked, with the same gentle tone as usual. "And again, I am asking you what?" Jenny asked, trying her best to feign ignorance. Her lips were pursed tight, sealing off every word that might leak out of it to betray her real thoughts and feelings.""Hmm..." Lawrence put his hand on his chin. "That's weird, I thought it was pretty loud.""Hey, I don't really have the time to be standing here having chit chat with you. I have friends to go be with." Jenny hoped feigning impatience with the man would set her free from the questions."Ah, okay" he said. "If that is how it is, then go."Jenny pulled out her air pods. "Maybe the reason I did not really hear anything was because I had my air pods on.""It's okay. It's silly of me to think that you heard anything. The particular rest room you were in is far from the door.""Okay." Jenny began walking away, feigning confusion. "But what exactly did I not hear that you heard?" "Oh it's nothing. It

  • Chapter 147

    With a raised nose as if he was about to sniff the air for something intangible, he turned away and walked straight to the car. Isaiah watched as the man acted as if he was nothing but a mere nobody, a nonentity that was not deserving of air. Oh if only he knew just who the person he was acting as a snub to was.When the visitors got into their cars and drove away, leaving just Anthony and his son behind, the old silver haired man's face grew from the look of seriousness that he had masked himself with to a look of relief. He sighed loudly, and his shoulders lowered, almost as though he had been carrying a large burden on him for such a long time now."Who are they?" Isaiah asked. "Business associates and some friends of my wife" Anthony replied briskly. "They don't know what good they have done for me leaving my house. Now what I need to is face my wife."Isaiah noted the grave tone with which he said the last words....Mr. Lawrence stood just outside of the rest room when a young

  • Chapter 146

    The campus parking lot buzzed with the usual noise of students shuffling between classes, cars pulling in and out, and distant chatter from the quad. But for Chance, the world had been reduced to the steady hum of his own thoughts. He had barely slept the night before as Julia’s evasive words, and the weight of what had happened between him and Chloe still bore heavily on his shoulders.A lot was already going on on his life, and it was appearing as though he was losing his mind. With the Stannins and the Acherlands deal still on the table, he just couldn't find a reason to close his eyes and enjoy some sleep.He swung his car door shut with a heavy thud, tightening his grip on his bag when a shadow fell across his path.“Mr. O’Connor,” a voice called, firm but polite.Chance stopped mid-step, the name carrying enough authority to cut through the afternoon hum of students leaving class. Slowly, he turned, his guard instinctively raised.The man standing a few feet away wasn’t a stran

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