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Chapter 98 – Surprise
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2026-04-17 14:45:52
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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 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 45 - Grounding
KirThe atmosphere inside the warehouse is toxic. The air feels heavy, suffocating under the weight of what we just learned.My jaw is locked so tight the tension radiates in a hot, aching line up to my temples. Nobody is speaking. Max stands a few feet away, his massive arms crossed over his ches
Cracking His Code Chapter 43 – The Switch
KirThe drive across the city feels heavy, like a storm looking for somewhere to break.My hands are clamped onto the steering wheel of the stolen sedan, the tension radiating in a hot, rigid line straight up to my shoulders. My gaze flickers between the windshield, the rearview mirror, and the si
Cracking His Code Chapter 42 – The Green Light
OliverWaking up is a slow, heavy process.The first thing I register is the suffocating weight across my chest. Kir has his arm thrown over me, pinning me flat against the mattress. His large hand rests over my ribs, his fingers curled loosely against my skin. His front is pressed flush against
Cracking His Code Chapter 41 – In the Dark
OliverThe wait is absolute fucking torture.I can’t see a thing. The padded silk blindfold blocks out every trace of light, plunging me into a thick, suffocating void. My hearing dials up to a terrifying degree, picking up the faint, rhythmic hum of the building's ventilation and the slow, delib
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