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Chapter 87 – The Underworld Invite
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2026-04-11 15:49:00
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Cracking His Code Chapter 87 – The Underworld Invite
Kir"Four minutes and twelve seconds."Oliver spits into the sink, giving me a single, very cocky, eyebrow raise.It’s not my semen he’s spitting out, he guzzled every drop of that down with relish. He’s just brushed his teeth, ‘so he doesn’t breathe the smell of my cum over everyone’ according to him.He turns on the brass faucet to rinse his mouth, spits again, and wipes his chin with the back of his wrist. He does not look submissive. He looks like a man who just successfully executed a hostile corporate takeover.The glass door of the shower is still fogged over. The bathroom smells like expensive hotel soap and the sharp, metallic tang of my own semen. My cock is still throbbing, hypersensitive to the cold air hitting it. I reach past him and grab a heavy white towel off the heated rack."You did not even use your hands," I choke out. My voice scrapes out of my throat, completely wrecked."I didn't need my hands. This tongue is capable of magic." He leans against the marble
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 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
Cracking His Code Chapter 69 – The Car Crash
OliverThe Grande Corniche is not a road designed for high-speed pursuits. It’s a narrow, winding ribbon of asphalt cut directly into the side of a limestone mountain. On the right, the rock wall goes straight up. On the left, the cliff drops hundreds of feet into the Mediterranean. There are n
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