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Chapter 151 – His Turn
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Cracking His Code Chapter 159 – Adjustment
OliverJozef finds me by the back door at eight.I've got my coat half on, and a coffee in my left hand, and a piece of toast in my right that I haven't started.I have the general air of a man who got out of bed in a hurry to avoid having to stew in my own thoughts."Walk?" he asks."Yes please."He's already in his coat. White-blond hair pushed back. An ever-present hard candy in his cheek.I realize I’ve never asked about that. Does he have a sweet tooth? Bad breath? An oral fixation?Why is he always sucking on candy? If it’s the last one, I got that from him. Only my candy of choice is Kir’s cock.Not bringing that up. I’ll ask Dom if she knows why Jozef has a hard candy fetish.There's a piece of folded paper sticking out of his coat pocket. The lane outside is bordered by hedges that have lost most of their leaves for the winter. The ground is hard.Jozef sets the pace. Unhurried, but not slow. Like a man who’s done a lot of walking in his life and knows how to cross a lo
Cracking His Code Chapter 158 – Holy Shit
OliverThe team is in the front room like a school assembly waiting for inspection, which is the silliest thing I've seen in months.Dom is on the sofa with her arms crossed. Butcher is at the window doing his Butcher thing. Staring intimidatingly at the trees or whatever.Tariq is on the arm of Saint's chair with his hand on Saint's knee in a way they've both stopped pretending nobody can see. Chana is on the rug with her laptop on her lap. She’s the only one who’s not very obviously waiting for my mother to arrive. Max is in the doorway with a mug, trying to look nonchalant, which is not something someone of his size and general ginger grouchiness can easily pull off. Oba has put out coffee and biscuits, which… Christ.Jozef is on the second sofa, all the way at the end, where he can see both doors and the window.His expression is what it has always been. A perfectly sealed door. Ray is in the armchair with his book closed on his knee, because Ray reads when there's nothing to
Cracking His Code Chapter 157 – Getting On With It
KirWe use the dining room because it has the longest table.It's the morning after Marylebone, and Oliver is on a folded cushion at my elbow. He has refused all comment on this and dared anyone to say a word, which has worked, because nobody on this team is suicidal. Just to be clear. They’re scared of me. Not him.Dom slid the cushion across the table when she saw him standing up to eat breakfast.She didn’t make eye contact and Oliver took it with the dignity of a monarch.Ray has the file laid out. We started this campaign with two hundred and fourteen names. We took care of six of those individually, plus a few more on the yacht. The number is soft because some of the men we took on the water were not on our list and some men on our list were on the water. Ray has a column for probable and a column for confirmed. Oliver and Chana will do a deep dive later to remove all uncertainty from the equation.What matters right now is that two hundred and fourteen has not become one
Cracking His Code Chapter 156 – Service
KirThe hotel is in Marylebone. I booked a small suite on the sixth floor. The receptionist does not ask why we are checking in at midnight with one small bag. She doesn’t raise her eyebrows at the too-large coat Oliver is wearing.I’m not sure whether she’d be able to maintain her stoicism if she knew Oliver was completely naked under my coat, and his ass was a gorgeous, glowing red.London staff are paid not to ask questions, but I’m sure they have limits.The lift is mirrored. If Oliver was less loopy I would definitely have him pressed up against the back wall, watching our debauchery reflected back at me.But he can barely stand.He’s leaning against the brass rail with his eyes half-closed. The strap marks under it are warm enough to be felt through the fabric of the coat where my hand rests on his ass.He’s not speaking. Not because the protocol said so. He barely followed those rules in the club.Because his mouth is empty for the first time in a week and he’s enjoying t
Cracking His Code Chapter 155 – Roleplay
OliverWe’ll be starting the hunt again right after Christmas. So Kir is taking me on a little excursion to ensure I’m as settled in myself as possible once we get back to work and there isn’t as much time to play as either of us need.The club is in a townhouse off Curzon Street.From the outside it’s nothing. The wine-trade pretence on the ground floor is so well staged you could walk past it for ten years and never wonder. The play floor is two storeys down, accessed via a small lift that takes one couple at a time. The lighting is low. The music is barely music. It’s a faint orchestral murmur engineered to smother silence before it can sharpen. This is a high-protocol house. Kir explained the rules in the cab, giving me several opportunities to bail on this one. It’s so not the kind of environment I’m best suited to, but I’m too curious to say no. I want to see what it’s like. Subs are not allowed to speak at all without express permission, which should only be given when
Cracking His Code Chapter 154 – Counsel
JozefThe boot room is freezing.It’s a cramped, miserable box off the back corridor, housing a splintering wooden bench.A single, bare filament bulb humming like a dying wasp. Three pairs of mud-caked wellies kicked into a corner. And a pair of filthy gardening gloves rotting on an iron hook. The air smells aggressively like wet dog, damp wool, and old dirt.I came in here to escape the noise for a bit.The front room is a suffocating wall of body heat and eager conversation. I love the team, but I like quiet and privacy just as much.I ate the food and nodded at the correct intervals.I laughed when expected. I’ve earned five minutes alone staring at a blank plaster wall.I get exactly three minutes before Oliver ruins it.He appears in the doorframe like a demon I didn’t summon.He’s ditched the pretty but useless leather coat for a heavy wool sweater. The steel ring pierced through his lower lip is between his teeth, telegraphing that he’s nervous.Both hands are shoved dee
Cracking His Code Chapter 27 – The Surrender
OliverThe haze of arousal is thick and suffocating, drowning out every rational thought in my head.Heat pools heavy and demanding in my stomach. It’s a desperate, throbbing ache that the silicone toy is barely managing to scratch. Every stroke of my hand, every slow roll of my hips, is fueled en
Cracking His Code Chapter 13 – The Culinary Compromise
OliverSleep is a fragmented, elusive concept. Tossing and turning on the incredibly firm mattress in Kirill’s guest room only yielded short, anxiety-riddled bursts of unconsciousness. Every time my eyes managed to close, the percussive echo of automatic gunfire rattled through my skull, jerking m
Cracking His Code Chapter 12 – The Glass Cage
OliverThe silence in the penthouse is absolute, but my ears are still ringing with the deafening roar of automatic gunfire.The adrenaline that fueled my panicked compliance during our escape is finally draining away, leaving behind a toxic, heavy sludge of exhaustion and creeping dread. My hands
Cracking His Code Chapter 11 – Collateral Damage
KirillThe heavy steel door hisses open the second I punch the final digit into the keypad.Stepping through the threshold, the barrel of a suppressed pistol is leveled squarely at the center of my chest. Saint does not flinch. It takes him a fraction of a second to register my face, and the weapon
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