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Blood on the Stone
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2026-09-16 16:18:38
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Claimed By The Steel Pack The Aftermath
Sterling’s signature on the last page was barely legible, a weak, jagged line that barely looked like a politician's hand.He dropped the pen onto the desk, his knuckles shaking as he slouched back into his high leather chair. The two guards by the window hadn't moved an inch, their eyes fixed on Kaelen like men waiting for a shot to go off.I picked up the signed papers, checked every page, and slid them cleanly into the brown folder."The resignation hits the press at midnight," I said, looking down at Sterling. "And if you ever step foot near our land again, these bank files won't just go to the prosecutor, they'll go to every news outlet from here to the coast."Sterling didn't answer. He just stared blankly at the wet rug where his glass had smashed.Kaelen didn't say another word either. He grabbed my coat from the back of the chair, draped it over my shoulders, and guided me toward the heavy doors with his hand resting flat at the small of my back.We walked down the lon
Claimed By The Steel Pack Inside the Vault
The entrance hall of Sterling’s mansion smelled like expensive floor wax, wet wool, and cold fear.A butler in a dark suit opened the heavy double doors, his eyes darting from Kaelen’s broad shoulders to my wet coat before bowing his head without a word. He led us down a long corridor lined with oil paintings, stopping in front of two mahogany doors at the very end."The Senator is waiting inside, Mr. Vance," the man murmured, stepping back into the shadow of the hall.Kaelen didn't bother knocking. He pushed the heavy doors open with one hand, his boots loud against the thick rug as we walked into the private study.Senator Sterling stood behind a big walnut desk, a half-empty glass of liquor clutched in his right hand. He was in his late fifties, his gray hair neatly combed, but his white shirt was open at the collar and his face was pale. Two guards in gray suits stood by the window, their hands resting flat against the holsters at their hips."Kaelen," Sterling said, trying
Claimed By The Steel Pack The Road to Sterling
The drive down into the city took forty minutes through a heavy rain that turned the highway into a wall of gray water.Kaelen drove the black truck himself, his hands locked onto the wheel. He didn't say a word the whole way, but the air inside was thick with a dark, heavy heat that made my skin prickle. Beside me on the leather seat sat the brown folder with Sterling’s signature on the hospital transfer order, right next to the bank numbers Greta had written in her own ledger.I looked over at Kaelen’s profile, the hard cut of his jaw, his mouth set in a thin line, his gray eyes locked on the road ahead."Sterling's private place is in the hills behind the capital," I said, breaking the long silence. "If he has state troopers on his detail, they won't open the gates for a casual visit.""They'll let us through," Kaelen said, his voice a low rumble. "Marcus pulled three of Sterling's main donors off the board two hours ago. Sterling knows the ground is moving under his feet. He'
Claimed By The Steel Pack Cold Blood
The rain came back hard by noon, heavy and ruthless, pounding against the tall glass of the south wing like buckshot.Marcus slammed three heavy steel lockboxes onto my desk, the metal clattering hard enough to rattle my laptop against the oak. Rainwater dripped off his tactical jacket onto the floor, filling the small room with the sharp smell of iron, wet mud, and cold wolf."Greta’s second vault," Marcus grunted, wiping a smear of dark grease off his bruised jaw with the back of his hand. "Found it buried under the floorboards down at her safehouse by the docks. Her private ledgers are inside. Everything she used to buy off the local precinct, the state prosecutors, and half the board."I pulled the top lockbox closer and popped the heavy brass latch. Inside lay thick leather notebooks packed with tight handwriting, alongside a stack of encrypted thumb drives. I flipped to the first page of the top ledger, my eyes running over names, dates, and payout amounts going back seven y
Claimed By The Steel Pack The Morning After
The light coming through the high library windows was gray and cold, cutting through the heavy curtains just after dawn.I woke up with my head resting against Kaelen’s chest, the fire from last night burned down to soft white ash in the hearth. His arm was locked tight around my waist, keeping me pinned against him while his chest rose and fell in a slow, deep rhythm. The heavy leather blanket had slipped down to his hip, exposing the long, fading scar running down his ribs.I moved slightly, trying to shift my leg out from under his, but his grip tightened instantly, even in his sleep."Going somewhere?" he muttered, his voice a rasp right against my ear."My foot is asleep," I said, my voice dry from the cool morning air.Kaelen opened one eye, his dark gray iris catching the faint morning light. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he shifted his weight, loosening his hold enough for me to sit up."It's six in the morning," he said, turning onto his back an
Claimed By The Steel Pack The Fire in the Hearth
By nine that night, the fog from the woods had crept right up to the glass doors of the main house.The ground floor was quiet for the first time since I had walked through the front gates. The guards had gone down to the lower barracks, Marcus was off finishing the border reports, and the endless hum of the security alarms had finally been shut off.I sat on the big leather sofa in the estate's private library, wrapped in an oversized dark sweater, my bare feet tucked under me. A fire was burning low in the stone hearth, throwing long shadows across the bookshelves. On the small table beside me sat my laptop, its screen dark. For the first time in months, there were no numbers to run, no bank accounts to trace, and no emergency alerts popping up.The heavy wood door opened, and Kaelen walked in.He had taken off his boots and left his sweater somewhere down the hall, wearing just a plain gray t-shirt and dark trousers. His hair was still damp from the shower, falling slightly ov
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