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Chapter 6 – Lockdown

Penulis: Quinn Montclair
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-13 15:21:41

Oliver

The water is scalding hot, a needle-spray that feels less like a shower and more like an exorcism.

I stand under the jet for a long time, watching the grey slurry of street grime, dried blood, and subway filth swirl down the drain.

I scrub until my skin is raw, trying to wash away the feeling of the last forty-eight hours.

I hiss as soap finds its way into the split in my lip and the scrapes on my knuckles. My ribs are a canvas of mottled purple and yellow, aching with every breath I t
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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

    DomYou can’t mop up panic. Blood comes out of teak decking if you use enough bleach and cold water, but panic just sort of hangs in the air, thick and sticky and tasting like copper.Getting the girls off the Nauti Buoy is a logistical nightmare. We have twenty dead billionaires cooling on the lower deck, an underwater lock that Oliver has somehow magically kept open, and a very narrow window before the yacht’s automated dead-man protocols decide to phone home. We have to move fast, which means dragging twelve barefoot, half-naked, completely hysterical women through the guts of a submarine bay and into the transit Zodiacs.It’s ugly. One of them throws up on my boots. Another tries to dive back into the water because she thinks we’re a rival cartel coming to skin them.By the time we get them to the secure transit point, an abandoned industrial laundry facility on the outskirts of Naples, my adrenaline is crashing, replaced by cold fury.I dump an armful of cheap fleece blanket

  • 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

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 100 – Flogging

    Oliver I stand in the middle of the room, my laptop balanced in one hand, staring at a terminal window. The code is compiling, the backdoor into the Nauti Buoy’s mainframe half-written, and my brain is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. I’m restless, shifting my weight from foot to foot, my skin itching with the residual adrenaline of the hack.Kir walks in without announcing himself. He just appears in the doorway, watching me. He's wearing dark jeans and a t-shirt, looking unnervingly casual for a man who’s planning a mass assassination for breakfast.I ignore him. Or I try to. I hit a few more keys, pretending I’m entirely consumed by the firewall protocols.He crosses the room, plucks the laptop right out of my hands, and sets it on the desk."Hey," I snap, reaching for it. "I'm not done. I have to finish the decryption script."Kir steps into my space, blocking me entirely. "You are done for now.""I really am not," I argue, crossing my arms. "If that lock has updated fir

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 99 – Shooting Fish In A Barrel

    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

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 74 — Comedown

    OliverThe painkillers Tariq pushed into my IV are top-tier, black-market military grade. I know this because my left hand is wrapped in rigid aluminum splints, several of my toes are missing their nails, my ribs are taped so tight I can barely expand my lungs, and I actually feel fantastic.Warm.

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 72 – Holding On

    OliverSwallowing is a mistake.The hinge of my jaw clicks with a sharp, grinding pop that shoots static straight behind my right eye.Broken, probably. Or at least fractured. Hard to tell when the rest of my face is also radiating heat and throbbing in out-of-sync rhythms. My nose is definitely b

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 71 – Eight Hours

    KirThe plastic keycard clicks red, then green. I got a spare key to Oliver’s room when we checked in so I wouldn’t have to knock when I pay a midnight visit.Empty.The bed is still perfectly made. The cheap hotel pen is chewed to hell on the desk, next to a half-empty water bottle. No Oliver.I

  • Cracking His Code   Chapter 70 – The Liability

    OliverMy laptop is closed on the hotel desk, but I can still see the terminal window.It sits behind my eyelids every time I blink. Black background. White text. The exact string of characters I typed to override the Maybach’s braking system.I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress in room 402, s

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