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CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 042.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I don't sleep, not properly, not in the way I used to before everything went to shit. Every time I close my eyes, I see it again, the room, the restraints cutting into my wrists, the way they looked at me like I wasn't a person, just something they could use, something they could break if they pushed hard enough.And the worst part?They almost did.I stare at the ceiling, unmoving, my body still heavy from everything I went through, every muscle sore in a way that doesn't fade even after hours of lying still. The sheets beneath me are too clean, too soft, the kind of comfort that should feel like relief but doesn't, not anymore.Because I know what exists outside of it. I know what kind of world I'm in now.And there's no pretending otherwise.A slow breath leaves me as I shift slightly, my arm protesting the movement, my ribs aching just enough to remind me that this isn't something I can shake off overnight. I turn my head just enough to glance around the room, taking
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 041.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒ I don't wait. The moment I step inside that building, everything narrows down into one thing, one purpose, one target and every other thought gets pushed out. The air smells wrong, thick with dust, sweat, metal, and something sharper underneath, something that tells me exactly what kind of place that is without anyone having to explain it. I don't give orders twice. “Move.” My voice is low, controlled, but there's something under it now, something that makes the man behind me react immediately. No hesitation, no questions, just movement, fast and precise as they spread out, covering angles, checking corners, clearing space. Then the first shot goes off. It's not mine. Gunfire tears through the silence, loud and violent, echoing off the walls as everything explodes into chaos. I don't slow down, I don't stop, I move straight through it, stepping over broken glass, ignoring the way bullets cut through the air too close, because none of it matters. Only him.
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 040.
༒ ℑ𝔪𝔯𝔞𝔫༒I don't panic.Not anymore.The first few hours–maybe longer, I don't even know how much time has passed in this place–yeah, I felt it then, that sharp choking kind of fear that crawls up your throat and makes it hard to think straight, hard to breathe, like your body is already preparing for the worst before your mind can catch up. But that doesn't last. It can't, not if you want to survive something like this.So I just stopped letting it control me.Now I just sit there, wrists tied behind the chair, shoulders aching from the strain, my head tilted slightly as I watch them move around the room like I'm not even a person, like I'm just something they picked up off the street, something disposable, something easy.They're wrong about that. And the longer I sit here, the more I realize just how wrong they are. “You're wasting our time,” one of them says, pacing slowly in front of me, his boots hitting the concrete in a steady rhythm that would've been intimidating if I
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 039.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒The location sat in my head like a loaded gun, steady, precise, and I didn't slow down once I had it, didn't second-guess, didn't run it through ten different angles the way I usually would, because this wasn't about strategy anymore, it wasn't about weighing outcomes or minimizing risk, it was about one thing, one person, and everything else could burn for all I cared.By the time I pulled up to the outer edge of the industrial zone, my men were already in position, cars spaced out, engines low,lights off, everyone waiting for the signal I hadn't given yet. The place looked exactly like Vinny described, abandoned on the surface, quiet in a way that was too deliberate, too controlled, like it was trying to look empty when it wasn't.I stepped out of the car slowly, my gaze moving across the buildings, taking in every detail, every shadow, every possible point of entry or exit, and even now, even with everything pushing me forward, my mind didn't completely shut off,
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 038.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒Something wasn't sitting right. It wasn't the kind of feeling I could ignore, or push aside with logic, it lingered under everything, quiet but persistent, like a loose thread I couldn't stop pulling at, and the more I followed the trail we had, the more it started to unravel in ways I didn't like.I was already on my way to the location Vinny sent when I started going over it again in my head, every detail, every move, every piece of information that had come too easily, too cleanly, like it had been laid out instead of discovered, and that was the first thing that bothered me.Nothing in my world everbcame clean.“Say it,” I muttered under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter, my eyes fixed on the road while my thoughts ran ahead of me. “What the fuck am I missing?”The phone buzzed in my hands before I could dig deeper, Vinny again, and I answered immediately.“Talk.”“We've got confirmation on the site,” he said, his tone steady, controlled, exactly h
CHAMPAGNE FOR THE DAMNED {MxM} 037.
༒ ℜ𝔞𝔣𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔢༒I knew something was wrong before anyone said a word.It wasn't instinct in the dramatic sense, no sudden gut punch or sharp realization, it was quieter than that, heavier, the kind of awareness that settles in your chest and refuses to move. The house felt different the moment I stepped in, the silence stretched too far, too clean, like something had been removed from it.And I knew exactly what.“Where is he?” I asked, my voice cutting through the hallway before anyone could pretend things were normal.No one answered immediately, which only made the tension snap tighter. One of the staff hesitated near the stairs, his eyes flickering towards someone behind me like he was looking for permission to speak, and that alone pissed me off more than anything.“I asked you a question,” I said, slower this time, my time dropping into something colder, more dangerous. “Where the fuck is he?” “He… he left earlier,” the man finally said, his voice tight, uncertain. “We thoug
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