Cipher stepped into the dimly lit chamber, seated there was a man dressed in leather behind the desk. Shadows clung to the corners of the room, swallowing every ounce of warmth. The boss didnât even lift his eyes from the scotch glass in his hand.âWell?â the manâs voice came, calm but authoritative âItâs done,â Cipher replied firmly. âI planted the bomb underneath the building as planned. They are all dead.A slow nod followed. The boss swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his gaze distant, thoughtful.âNo one survived?â he asked again, this time with a slight edge. âYouâre absolutely sure?âCipher hesitated a moment before straightening. âYes. I made sure everything went according to plan. Kayla. Adrian. Victor. Ethan. Clarissa. They were all in the building when it blew.âThe boss finally looked up, his steel-grey eyes pinning Cipher in place. âAnd youâre confident that no one saw you?"âNo one,â Cipher responded obedientlyThe boss rose to his feet with the elegance of a lion
The message sent had been simple, cryptic, and said to be of utmost importance. No name. No sender. Just a location and time.Adrian read it twice, jaw tightening. His instincts buzzed with curiosity and doubt.Across the city, Ethan stared at the same message, eyebrows furrowed. âWhat the hell is this?â he muttered. Clarissa leaned over his shoulder. âWhats this supposed to mean.are you going to go"?âI donât know. But I feel like I should.âVictor laughed coldly as he pocketed the message. âNice try, bastards. Letâs see what you have planned. I know for a fact Adrian is doing this."Kayla clutched her phone nervously. âAdrian, did you get this?âHe nodded. âWeâre going. Iâll have men surrounding the area. Stay close to me and you'll be safe."By noon, the old industrial building sat like a waiting beast, rusting and silent. One by one, they arrived. First Adrian and Kayla, then Ethan and Clarissa. Victor arrived last, flanked by two guards, a smug smirk painted on his face.âYou?, A
Fiona paced the dimly lit hotel room, her heartbeat thudding like a war drum in her chest. She had been on the run long enough, laying low, changing hotels, wearing wigs to flaw her appearance,But the anxiety never stopped. The fear only grew deeper. Adrian could find her. Victor could kill her. It was just a matter of who got to her first and either way, she's dead.She picked up the burner phone, the third one sheâd used this week, and dialed a number she was told never to call unless she was desperate. She was. The call rang once.A voice answered. No pleasantries, no name. Just silence.âI need to meet with you,â Fiona said. âTonight. In person. Itâs urgent.ââAddress,â the voice replied, cold and straight She gave them the hotel name and room number, then hung up. No time for pleasantries. She knew how this worked. She was dealing with an organization that specialized in making people disappear. An elite house of assassins. And she needed their best.Exactly twenty five minutes
Victorâs men stood tall in the dark alley, their faces hidden behind hideous masks, their posture as stupid as they are. Ethan walked calmly toward them, a black leather briefcase in one hand and a composed expression masking the war that's going on inside of him.âThis better be everything,â the tallest of Victorâs men growled, stretching out his hand.Ethan dropped the briefcase onto the car bonnet. âItâs all there. Every file, every password, every damn thing you asked for.âThe man snapped it open, flipping through neatly arranged files, USB drives, and hard copies of encrypted accounts. Ethan had worked all night with Adrianâs tech team to make them look real. The level of detail was so precise, even an expert would be fooledâat least, for a while.âNow that you are satisfied, will you take me to her?,â Ethan demanded, voice cold and sharp like steel.âMaster Victor will decide that,â the man replied and motioned for him to wait.A sleek black car pulled up beside them. Victor s
What!!?? Rissa is missing??!!âKaylaâs voice rang out like a siren screaming to free herself from a wicked fisherman's net ,slicing through the calm. Her hands trembled, Ethans phone clutched tightly as the message flashed on the screen. Ethanâs face was drained of color. Adrian turned immediately, eyes narrowing.âWaitâwhat did you just say?â he asked, stepping closer.Kaylaâs lips quivered. âCant you hear him, he said that my best friend is fucking missing." Adrianâs jaw tensed. âWhat the hell are you talking about? We were all together just hours ago.âEthan stood frozen, his phone buzzing again in his pocket. Slowly, he pulled it out. One glance, and his stomach dropped.It read:"Come alone. We have your girl. You have 48 hours. Donât tell Adrian. Or she dies.A chill swept down his spine. His throat dried as Adrian noticed the way Ethanâs fingers twitched around his phone.âWhatâs going on?â Adrian asked, stepping forward. âYou just got a message too. Show me.âEthan slipped th
The sun rose beautifully over the lockwood estate, making the environment look surreal.Kayla stretched beautifully under the silk sheets, her body still aching from the night before. Her skin tingled with the memory of Adrianâs touch, his kiss, the feeling of him inside her, the way he pleasured her in a way she couldn't imagine.âHappy Valentineâs Day, sweetheart,â Adrianâs deep voice broke through her thoughts. He leaned against the doorframe, his blue eyes soft, a beautiful smile plastered on his faceKayla sat up, smiling. âIs it Val's day already?"He walked to her, kissed her forehead, then murmured, â Yes, it is. Now I need you to get dressed, I'm taking you somewhere special."She giggled. âSpecial? Where?âAdrian smirked. âHow is it a surprise if I tell you"An hour later, Kayla stepped out of the mansion, looking so beautiful and speechless because she saw....Ethan stood by the car, grinning from ear to ear, while Clarissa waved excitedly, already seated inside. Adrian held