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Chapter 74 — Comedown
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2026-04-04 15:53:20
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Cracking His Code Chapter 77 — Vindication
OliverFour weeks.I stretch my left hand out on the cold marble of the kitchen island. I force the fingers to extend. They tremble, and the tendons pull with a stiff, hot ache, but they bend and straighten at my will.The splints came off three days ago. I spent the first twenty-four hours aggressively rubbing the ghost-itch where the metal used to dig into my knuckles. The skin underneath is dry and peeling. My hand looks gross, a pale, bruised claw, but it works.I can type. Not at my normal, frantic velocity, and my pinky occasionally misses the shift key, but I wrote a fifty-line extraction parser yesterday without wanting to punch a wall.The ribs are just a memory of a really bad time. The heavy white tape is gone. I can take a deep breath without waiting for my skeleton to stab me. My jaw still clicks when I yawn, and the skin around the fracture is a faded, sickly yellow, but I ate actual toast this morning.Kir insists I’m not ready to suck him off yet, but I’ll be damne
Cracking His Code Chapter 76 — The Waiting Game
OliverMy body is a very loud, very annoying roommate.For the first week, Tariq’s chemical cocktail kept it quiet. I floated through the days in a heavily medicated haze, barely aware of my own limbs. Now, two weeks into this forced breather in our pretty Antibes cage, the heavy painkillers are completely gone. I’m down to over-the-counter ibuprofen. Which means the volume is all the way back up.My jaw is no longer a sharp, blinding agony, but it throbs with a dull, persistent ache that spikes every time I try to talk too fast. The rib tape is driving me absolutely insane. It itches. I sweat underneath it. If I sneeze, the fractured bone grinds against the cartilage, and a white-hot flare of pure misery shoots straight through my chest.The missing toenails are healing into shiny pink nubs, which means I can technically walk, but I look like a lopsided penguin doing it.The worst part is the brace on my hand though.Four metal splints lock the fingers of my left hand in rigid, u
Cracking His Code Chapter 75 – Convalescence
KirTariq hands me three orange plastic bottles and a printed schedule. His handwriting on the labels is an illegible scrawl, but the printed spreadsheet he shoves against my chest is idiot-proof."The jaw is fractured, not shattered," he tells me for the fifth time as he zips his trauma bag, keeping his voice low while Oliver sleeps off the sedatives in the clinic’s back room. "He’s very lucky. There’s no need to wire it shut, but he has to wear the compression strap when he sleeps so he doesn't grind the bone. Soft foods only. Soups. Shakes. If he tries to chew a piece of toast, he’ll reset the fracture and scream the house down. You have to make sure he follows the rules."I shove the bottles into my jacket pocket. "Understood.""Change the bandages on his feet twice a day. Keep antibiotic ointment on the nail beds so the raw tissue doesn't get infected. The ribs just need time and immobilization. Keep him off his feet, Kir. I mean it. If he trips and catches himself on that spli
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. Floaty. The edges of the room are a little soft.The private clinic smells like antiseptic and expensive, freshly laundered linen. It’s a weird combination.The overhead fluorescents are off. The only light comes from a small desk lamp in the corner, casting a dull yellow glow over the floor.Tariq finishes packing his trauma bag. He glances at the monitor tracking my vitals, nods once to himself, and walks out the door. The rest of the team already filtered out into the hallway after my comment about sharing a room.Dom had actually snorted, shaking her head before dragging Max out by the elbow.That leaves Kir.He’s sitting in a chair next to the examination table, staring at me with an
Cracking His Code Chapter 73 – Confession Time
KirWe move through the ground floor in absolute silence, suppressed rifles raised. Butcher takes the left flank, Saint takes the right. I slip on my night vision goggles and it washes the cavernous space in flat green light. Empty textile racks. Abandoned forklifts. Nothing moving.Every empty room we clear ratchets the tension in my spine one notch tighter. The silence is wrong. He’s here. I know it. But the sheer square footage of the warehouse means we’re burning minutes just sweeping empty space.Then the scream happens.It’s muffled by layers of concrete, but I can hear the raggedness. The panic and pain. The sound rips straight through the cartilage in my sternum. My boots stop moving. The rifle barrel dips a fraction of an inch."Basement," Ray whispers over the comms.We all went over the municipal blueprints of the building as soon as we pinpointed this as Oliver’s location. There are no cameras to give us eyes, so we had to study the layout of the building. I know the
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 broken. Blood keeps dripping down the back of my throat, thick and metallic, making me gag. Every time I cough, the right side of my ribcage screams so loud my vision actually grays out around the edges.I don't know what time it is. There are no windows in this basement. Just a buzzing fluorescent tube overhead that makes my retinas ache.Could be night. Could be tomorrow. Doesn't matter."Let's try it again."Broken Nose is standing in front of me. He looks tired. His knuckles are split, mostly from my cheekbones. He’s holding a pair of heavy, rubber-handled pliers. They have dark smears near the joint.My boots are off. My socks are somewhere in the corner. My right foot is resting bare o
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