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Chapter 94 – Friction
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2026-04-15 14:55:09
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Cracking His Code Chapter 105 – The Knock
KirThree days into a total digital blackout and Oliver is so keyed up he can barely stand still. The flat is small. It sits on the third floor of a nameless, grey building in the 11th arrondissement. There’s a tiny kitchenette, a sagging velvet sofa, and a bedroom that barely fits a double bed. Not the kind of lodging Oliver is fond of at all. But the owner doesn’t care about identification or why we’re in the city, as long as we pay cash in advance.And being surrounded on all sides by people is an extra layer of security and anonymity.I consider three days of unbroken quiet a massive operational success. Oliver considers it torture.He’s walking a tight loop between the window and the kitchenette, burning off adrenaline he has nowhere to put. The skin under his eyes is stained a deep, bruised purple."Stop pacing," I tell him.Oliver ignores me. He hits the edge of the rug and pivots again. "I’m going out of my mind, Kir. I need a laptop and access to the internet. I just nee
Cracking His Code Chapter 104 – Burn Protocol
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 23 – Plan B
OliverI spend most of the night staring up at the ceiling of the guest bedroom, my mind running at a million miles an hour. My body is still thrumming with residual adrenaline. Every time I close my eyes, I feel the phantom weight of Kirill pressing me against the wall. I feel the suffocating h
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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