LOGINChapter 216: Devil Ride and SucksMarcus had not slept since dinner. By morning he sat at the little desk in his rented room, staring at a legal pad covered in names and arrows, and not one of them made a damn bit of sense."You look like shit," Mackenzie said, walking in without knocking."I feel like shit. Eleven years I have been licking the boots of a dead man. Who does that?""A fucking idiot, mostly.""Thank you, officer. Really helpful.""We need to see Richard Maddox," Mackenzie said, ignoring him. "If Big T shared a cell with that old bastard for weeks, Richard knows something. Maybe everything.""And you want Jackson to go beg his own father?""I want Jackson to go ask. Begging is optional."The drive to the prison was quiet until Jackson finally slammed his palm against the steering wheel."I swear to God, Liam, if that man smiles at me, I will break something.""Then break something," Liam said calmly. "Just not him. We need him talking.""You are way too calm.""I am not
Chapter 215: Devil With SantaMarcus's phone buzzed on the coffee shop table, and the name on the screen made his stomach drop. His head of security.He stepped outside before answering. "Talk to me.""Found a bug, boss." The man sounded out of breath. "Inside your phone case. Fresh glue. Somebody put it there today.""Today?" Marcus hissed. "Who touches my phone? Nobody touches my phone!""Somebody who got close enough to smell your cologne, sir."Marcus hung up and stood in the cold with his heart pounding. If that bug heard the booth, then whoever was listening knew he was ready to sell out Voss. And Voss did not forgive. Voss erased people.He walked back inside slowly, like a man walking to his own funeral."You look like you saw a ghost," Mackenzie said."Worse. Somebody has been listening to every word I say."Jackson folded his arms. "Then you should be careful what you say next.""Is that supposed to be funny?""Do I look like I am laughing?"The next morning, Mackenzie calle
Chapter 214: Holiness / DirtMackenzie pulled the car into a tight spot outside the coffee shop, Jackson climbing out right behind him. The place was half full, quiet enough for a real conversation, loud enough that nobody would pay attention to three men in a corner booth.Marcus was already there when they walked in, hunched over an empty table, looking smaller than Jackson had ever seen him."Can I get you two something?" Marcus asked as they sat, half standing like he wanted an excuse to move, to do anything with his shaking hands."No," Jackson said flatly, sliding into the booth across from him. He did not trust a single thing this man might hand him, not a coffee, not a napkin, nothing.Mackenzie waved off the offer too and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Let us skip the small talk, Marcus. We do not have time for it, and neither do you.""Fine," Marcus said, hands folding tight in his lap."Nobody in this booth is holy," Mackenzie said. "Not me, not him, and sure as hell
Chapter 213: Beginning of a DoomMarcus Jefferson had not had a moment's rest since the officers left his office. Every sound in the hallway made him flinch; every buzz of his phone sent his stomach into his throat. By that afternoon, the fear had settled into something permanent, a weight sitting on his chest that would not lift.The receptionist called up to his office a little after two. "Mr. Jefferson, there is a delivery package down here for you. It does not have a return address. Should I send it up?""Send it up," Marcus said, though something in his gut told him not to.A few minutes later, one of the junior staff knocked and set a plain brown box on his desk. Marcus waited until the door closed before tearing it open, and the second he saw what was inside, the air left his lungs completely.A photograph sat on top, his wife and two children tied to chairs in a bare room, fear frozen on all three faces. Beneath the photograph, wrapped in newspaper, sat a burner phone.Marcus'
Chapter 212Marcus Jefferson's face went hard the second the word got out. "You have been bullshitting me this entire meeting.""I learned from the best," Jackson said, closing the folder in front of him without a hint of shame.Marcus's phone buzzed in his pocket before he could respond. He stepped to the side of the room and answered it low, his back turned, but Jackson watched his shoulders stiffen with every word he heard. Whoever was on the other end- an escape driver from the warehouse crew, by the sound of the panic in Marcus's voice- was telling him something he clearly did not want to hear.Marcus lowered the phone slowly and turned back to the room, his face pale under the fluorescent lights. He understood now, plain as anything, how badly he had been played. There was no version of this morning where Jackson Maddox was ever going to let go of the company, and every minute Marcus had spent waiting in that room had been wasted on purpose."This meeting is over," Marcus said,
Chapter 211: Dynamic FeelingThe feeling in the room was different from anything before it. Liam paced by the window while Jackson buttoned his shirt, hands steadier than they had any right to be after a night with no sleep."You need him to believe you are actually about to sign," Liam said. "If Marcus smells anything off, he calls Voss, and Voss panics. A panicked man with a gun in that warehouse is the last thing we need, especially when Avery is still there.""I know how to stall a room full of board members," Jackson said. "I have been doing it my whole career.""This is not a budget meeting, Jackson.""No," Jackson said, pulling on his jacket. "It is worse. But the principle is the same. Keep them talking about anything except the one thing they actually want."Liam caught his arm before he reached the door. "Buy us as much time as you can. The second Mackenzie gives the signal at the warehouse, we move. Until then, you keep that room spinning in circles.""How long do you think
Third Person's POVDanny Finn woke at five thirty in the morning, the same as he had every morning for nine years. Prison routine had carved itself into his nervous system with the precision of scar tissue. Even now, on the day of his release, his body responded to rhythms that no longer applied to
Third Person's POVLiam woke up slowly, awareness returning in pieces. Warmth. Softness. The faint smell of Jackson's cologne mixed with sweat. He opened his eyes and found they were both still naked, tangled together in sheets that had been kicked halfway off the bed during the night.The memories
Third Person's POVLiam gripped the steering wheel as they drove through the city toward downtown, the morning traffic thick and sluggish. Jackson sat in the passenger seat staring out the window, his jaw tight with tension that had nothing to do with the search for Avery and everything to do with
Third Person's POV Mexico City Police Precinct Eve Dove sat in the cramped conference room surrounded by maps, surveillance photos, and the distinctive smell of too many people working too many hours without sleep. Kingsley was to her left, his laptop open with multiple screens running facial rec







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