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Chapter 10: No Safe Haven
The city smelled of rain and smoke. Aiden raced through the backstreets, the stolen papers clutched to his chest, Nina’s last message searing itself into his brain. "They're onto me. They're coming."Panic clawed at the edges of his mind, but he shoved it down. Nina was smart. Cautious.If they had her, it was because someone had betrayed them, and betrayal always came from the inside.He made it to the safehouse fifteen minutes later, an abandoned apartment above a pawnshop in the dead heart of Winterfell.Every instinct screamed at him as he crept up the rickety stairs. “Trap. Trap. Trap.”The door to their hideout was ajar. “Bad sign.” Aiden drew the small pistol from his waistband, a battered thing, half-rusted, but loaded.He edged the door open with his foot. Inside, the room was wrecked. Chairs overturned. Papers scattered.The wall safe hung open, gutted. Blood smeared the floor like paint, and in the center of it all, Nina, tied to a chair. Head hanging.Breathing shallow. Sh
Chapter 9: The Mask of Kings
The rich liked to pretend they were untouchable. Aiden Carter was about to remind them how wrong they were. The Gala of Kings. Winterfell’s grandest night. A masquerade held once a year inside the ancient, gleaming walls of the Seraphim Hotel, where golden chandeliers dripped light like molten diamonds, and power oozed from every silk-draped corner.Tickets were invitation-only. The Vice President, his son Bryce, and all their crooked allies would be there, masked, drunk, smug, and somewhere inside that glittering fortress?The ledgers. The real ones. Hard copies. Proof. It was Nina's intel, hard-won and soaked in risk. It was also a suicide mission. Perfect.Aiden stood in the alley behind the hotel, rain slicking his hair to his forehead, heart thundering. His "borrowed" tuxedo itched against his bruised ribs.A black-and-silver mask, stolen from a drunken partygoer, hid half his face. His invitation?A forged card tucked into his pocket, courtesy of a contact Nina had paid in blo
Chapter 8: Ghosts of Winterfell
The dead never stayed buried in Winterfell. Especially not the ones Aiden Carter had made.Two days after the ambush, Aiden sat in the corner of a smoky, nameless bar, nursing a split lip and a whiskey he could barely afford.The suits had been just the beginning. A message. A warning. One he intended to answer, in blood and ruin, but brute force wouldn’t win this war. Not yet.First, he needed to starve Bryce's empire. Break his money, and the power would follow.That’s where her name came in. Nina Valdez.The Vice President’s "legitimate" bookkeeper, a woman known for laundering dirty money so clean it smelled like roses.If Aiden could turn her, he could cripple Bryce's entire operation from the inside. It wouldn’t be easy.Nina was careful. Paranoid. Protected but everyone had a weakness. Aiden just had to find hers.He started by shadowing her. For three days, he watched Nina move through Winterfell’s upper city, a place of glass towers and pristine parks, where blood money pave
Chapter 7: Blood Oaths
The blood oath wasn’t optional. It was a contract, older than any written law. One that stitched loyalty into bone and betrayal into death. Salvador made that very clear the next morning."You think last night earned you a seat at my table?" Salvador scoffed, circling Aiden like a shark. "That was a favor. A courtesy."They were deep inside Salvador’s underground compound now, a network of tunnels, repurposed bunkers, and labyrinthine backrooms hidden beneath Winterfell’s crumbling dockyards.The scent of oil and iron hung heavy. "This, " Salvador held up a slim, wicked blade, ", is your real initiation."Aiden’s fists clenched. He’d come too far to flinch now. "I’m ready," he said.Salvador grinned, teeth flashing like a predator. "We’ll see."The ceremony took place in a narrow chamber lit only by flickering, oil-stained torches.The walls were etched with old symbols, signs of gangs long forgotten and bloodlines long broken.Ten men stood in a ring, faces masked by black hoods. In
Chapter 6: Hunt the Hunter
The night turned sharp and cold. Winter mist slithered through the alleyways as Aiden fled Saint Augustine’s glowing towers, leaving chaos in his wake.He didn’t stop to think. Didn’t stop to breathe. Every step could be his last if he hesitated.Marcus found him first, peeling out of a side street on a battered black motorcycle. "Get on!" he barked.No questions. No second guesses. Aiden swung up behind him, the engine roaring as they sped away.Behind them, sirens wailed, not campus security. Real police. Or worse. Aiden clutched the flash drive in his pocket so tightly it cut into his skin. Evidence. Insurance. Target.They ditched the bike five blocks later. Marcus pulled Aiden into an abandoned parking structure, glancing around warily. "You’ve got maybe an hour before they flood the city with your face," Marcus said, voice low. "Maybe less."Aiden leaned against a pillar, catching his breath. "What do I do?" he asked.Marcus’s mouth twisted into a grim smile. "You disappear."It
Chapter 5: Blood in the Water
The old Aiden would have hesitated. He would have reasoned, pleaded, hoped for justice.That Aiden was dead now, and what rose in his place was something colder. Sharper. Something that would not stop until the debt was paid, in full.The plan had to be flawless. Aiden spent the entire night drafting it out, lines crisscrossing a notebook page, notes written in furious, tiny script.Marcus watched silently from across the room, only nodding once when Aiden finally looked up. "We hit them where it hurts," Aiden said."And where’s that?"Aiden’s eyes gleamed. "Their pride."The Saint Augustine’s Winter Ball was two weeks away. A gala for the elite, senators’ sons, billionaire daughters, royalty in everything but name.It was the highlight of the semester, a showcase of wealth, privilege, and carefully curated power.Bryce would be there, smug and untouchable. So would his father, the Vice President of the country.Security would be tight. Perfect. If Aiden could humiliate Bryce publicly
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