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Chapter 85 – The Road Rhythm
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2026-04-10 16:23:26
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Cracking His Code Chapter 86 – Excavating
OliverThe suite is freezing when I wake up.I don’t feel it under the thick hotel duvet, but the gray light spilling through the window is entirely uninviting.My internal clock registers that it’s barely past six in the morning, but the space next to me is empty. Oliver is not naturally an early riser, but the sheets on his side is icy, so he clearly crawled out of bed a while ago.When I raise my head, I find Oliver sitting cross-legged at the foot of the massive bed. He’s wearing one of my black t-shirts, which hangs off his narrow shoulders, and a pair of boxers. His entire body is covered in gooseflesh, which he doesn’t seem to be aware of.His laptop rests on his bare knees and he’s completely focused on whatever he’s looking at.The screen casts a stark, bluish-white glow over his face, and he’s typing at an aggressive, unrelenting pace. The plastic keys clatter like hail on a tin roof.I watch him for a few minutes. I like watching him work. He gets a tiny crease between
Cracking His Code Chapter 85 – The Road Rhythm
Oliver My spine is gone. It’s been surgically removed and replaced with warm, pliable rubber. I don’t have a single functioning stress receptor left in my entire nervous system. I’m floating. I could get hit by a speeding bus right now and I would probably just bounce off the windshield and thank the driver.This is what a holiday must be like for normal people.When I finally drag myself out of bed, Kir is already showered and dressed. He’s standing in the safe house kitchen, drinking black coffee and watching Oba systematically dismantle the weapons they used on the hit."We fly commercial out of Ezeiza this afternoon," Kir says when I walk in. He doesn’t soften his voice or offer a gentle morning greeting. But the angle of his shoulders shifts just a fraction, pointing toward me like a compass needle finding north. "We carry nothing illegal. We can restock on the other side."Oba is fast, quiet, and methodical. He strips Butcher’s favorite shotgun down to the bare receiver, s
Cracking His Code Chapter 84 – Release
KirButcher dumps his empty shotgun shells on the kitchen counter to be disposed of later. They scatter across the cheap laminate with a harsh clatter. I ignore the noise. I strip the tactical vest off my shoulders and drop it on the couch.My black shirt is glued to my spine with sweat.Oliver is nowhere to be seen and I already know he’s waiting for me in our bedroom. In spite of his false bravado last night about not allowing me to touch him when I get back."Drives are clear," Chana informs me. "The accounts are zeroed out. The money is gone.""Good work," I say.We can all retire today if we wanted to. We’ve made more money off these four hits than in our entire careers before this. Ironically it’s not about the money this time. It’s about the principle. About ridding the world of child molesters and rapists.We won’t stop until we’ve accomplished what we set out to do. But that’s not where my mind is at right now. My mind is on a beautiful brat with blue eyes and wild blond h
Cracking His Code Chapter 83 – The Breach
Oliver The air in the living room is thick enough to chew. The window unit gave up trying to cool the space two hours ago, and now it just spits lukewarm, humid air at the back of my neck.I sit at the table, staring at six different monitors. My headset is clamped over my ears.Between my legs, the ache is a low, continuous burn.I barely slept last night. I lay on the sagging mattress for hours, strung tight, replaying Kir’s voice in my head. You are going to wait. Until Diego Vargas is dead. Every time I shifted, my cock rubbed against my boxers or the mattress, sending a fresh spike of heat straight up my spine. It was absolute torture. I loved it. I hated him for it. I wanted to strangle him, and I wanted him to pin my wrists to the floor and tease me until I couldn’t hold back anymore.I shift my weight on the chair for the hundredth time, trying to find a more comfortable position.Chana looks up from across the table, irritation written all over her face."You’re extra t
Cracking His Code Chapter 82 – Terms
KirI finish the tactical brief in under four minutes.Nobody brings up Tariq. Nobody looks at the hallway where I sent Oliver. Max studies the topographical map. Butcher cleans his fingernails with the tip of a combat knife, which is a habit I’ve told him repeatedly to stop, but I ignore it today. Saint packs the cellular bridge drive into the hard-shell casing of his tactical vest."We hit the gate at exactly fourteen-hundred hours tomorrow," I tell them. "Oba and Jozef will have the truck loaded by noon."I leave them at the table and walk down the narrow hallway.The door to the bedroom is cracked open two inches. I push it the rest of the way.Oliver is sitting exactly where I told him to sit. He’s perched on the very edge of the mattress, hands placed flat on his thighs. The denim of his jeans is pulled tight across his lap, outlining the ridge of his erection. He’s breathing through his nose in slow, measured drags.The sight of him actually stops me in the doorway for
Cracking His Code Chapter 81 – Back to Work
Oliver The walk from the bedroom to the kitchen is an exercise in agonizing friction.Every time my right leg moves forward, the zipper of my jeans drags directly across my painfully hard cock. My abs are tight. My jaw aches from clenching my teeth. My entire nervous system is vibrating like a struck tuning fork, suspended in a state of unfulfilled need.Kir walks three steps ahead of me down the narrow hallway. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to. The smugness radiating off the man is practically a physical object taking up space in the corridor.The team is already gathered around a scratched formica dining table. Saint is leaning over a tablet, his long fingers expanding a satellite view of the Vargas ranch. Oba stands by the sink, arms crossed, looking entirely too well-dressed for a grimy South American safe-house. His dark skin glowing beautifully against the snowy white button-up he’s wearing.Max sits at the far end of the table, methodically chewing his way through
Cracking His Code Chapter 80 – Kneel
OliverThe air conditioning unit in the Buenos Aires safe-house rattles like a dying engine. It does a terrible job of cutting the South American humidity.I’m lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My tablet is heavy on my chest.I’m angry. I’ve been angry since we landed three hours ago, drag
Cracking His Code Chapter 79 – Possessive Fallout
KirThe charter flight to Buenos Aires is twelve hours long. The Gulfstream cabin is loud. The engines generate a persistent, high-frequency whine that drills directly into the cartilage of my ears.I hate planes. I hate being sealed in a metal tube over the Atlantic with no tactical exit. Usuall
Cracking His Code Chapter 78 — Panic Room
OliverThe team cleared out just past midnight.Kir told them to leave their heavy gear in the living room and sleep at the Marriott down the coast.The penthouse doesn't have enough beds, and nobody wanted to spend their last night in France sleeping on a marble floor.We leave for Buenos Aires at
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 aggres
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