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Chapter 14 – The Capitulation

Author: Quinn Montclair
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-28 15:38:28

Kirill

My sanctuary has been completely overrun.

Standing in the shadowed corridor of my own home, I am a hostage to my own compromised discipline.

I should be checking the perimeter feeds. I should be contacting Ray to verify the integrity of our digital firewall following the destruction of the warehouse. I should be coordinating with Oba to secure our next operational base.

Instead, I am rooted to the floor, staring into the living room like a man possessed.

Oliver emerged from the guest ba
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    KirPanic is a luxury we cannot afford.The air in the living room turns brittle the second Oliver finishes reading the email. I feel the exact moment the rest of the team realizes the scope of the trap. For the moment we are not the hunters. Vanguard just flipped the board.My pulse does not spike. It just turns heavy, a cold iron rhythm knocking against my ribs.I trained for moments like this. Fear will get us killed and I refuse to make that an option. Not for anyone, but especially not Oliver.Vanguard is not a street gang and I have zero doubt that’s who we’re dealing with. If they had a team snapping photos of us in Naples, they did not just watch us leave. They followed the vehicles. They tracked the transit routes. They know we’re here.I don’t let a single sliver of that math show on my face. Oliver is sitting on the sofa, pale and shaking, staring at his screen like it’s a live grenade. If he sees me worry, he will completely break apart. He needs me to be the ground

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 103 – The Sacrificial Lambs

    Oliver It’s been forty-eight hours since Naples, and the team has dropped out of the sharp, bright edge of action into the heavy drag of after. We’re currently holed up in a sprawling, concrete-and-glass rental property in the hills above Marseille. It looked great on the booking site. Infinity pool, panoramic views of the ocean, secure wrought-iron gate. But in practice, it’s a logistical nightmare. You try putting nine deeply paranoid, highly trained killers, and two bitchy hackers, into a living space designed for a wealthy French family of four and see what happens. The fridge is empty except for three bottles of top-shelf vodka, a block of expensive, stinky cheese, and a jar of pickled onions that absolutely nobody claims to have bought.Max is asleep on the rug in the center of the living room. He’s using a rolled-up tactical vest as a pillow and his mouth is hanging open. Butcher is sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island, eating Cheerios out of a Pyrex measuring jug.

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 102 – The Price of Doing Business

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  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 101 – Soothing The Brat

    Kir He stays exactly where I left him. On his hands and knees, his head bowed, the duvet bunched around his shins.An hour ago, he was standing in the main living area, coldly orchestrating the logistics of a mass assassination. He was spinning variables, anticipating security countermeasures, and calculating how to trap twenty men inside a reinforced steel room so we could slaughter them. He was the architect of tomorrow’s violence. Untouchable. The smartest man on the continent, running purely on adrenaline and arrogant certainty.Now, he’s crying quietly into the mattress. Just because I told him to stay still.The whiplash of it actually catches me under the ribs. A heavy, brutal kind of possessiveness hooks into my chest and pulls tight. It makes me run hot. I stand at the edge of the bed and just look at him, taking the time to process the sheer gravity of what he gives me.The varnished wood of the humbler locks him in a perfect, agonizing stasis. He’s anchored by the

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    Oliver The bathroom mirror is fogged around the edges, but the center is perfectly clear. I stand in front of it, staring at my reflection.The thick, matte black leather collar is still snug around my throat. It’s been there since Amsterdam. A constant, heavy reminder of exactly who I belong to. I love the weight of it. I love the way the metal O-ring rests in the hollow of my throat, constantly dragging my focus back to Kir, grounding the chaotic noise in my head into something quiet and manageable.But right now, the quiet is a liability.I reach up and trace the edge of the leather with my thumb. Behind me, the bathroom door is open. Kir is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his massive chest. He’s already dressed in dark jeans and a plain black t-shirt, watching me with that heavy, unblinking focus.He knows what I’m doing. He felt the shift in my energy ten minutes ago when my phone buzzed with the automated alert I’d set up on the syndicate’s offshore

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  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 37 – Weapons & Walls

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