MasukChapter 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
Chapter 210: You Want The SeatJackson had not slept in almost two days. His eyes were rimmed red and his hands would not stop shaking by the time he and Liam pulled up to Janet's mother's hotel to drop off the baby. Janet met them in the lobby, phone already in hand."I pulled something from the blackmailing footage," she said. "The building in the background of one shot matches a construction style. It narrows things down. Two of Marcus's properties fit and six of Voss's.""That is still eight buildings," Jackson said, frustration cracking his voice."It is better than twenty-three," Liam said, squeezing his shoulder. "We keep working it.""How sure are you about the footage?" Jackson asked."Sure enough," Janet said. "The roofline in the background matches an industrial style used by one contractor. That contractor only worked on a handful of buildings in this city, and I cross checked it against both lists.""You did all that in just that moment we called you?" Liam asked."I did
Chapter 209: Bitch Has No LimitLiam shook his head before Morgana even finished the sentence. "No. He will smell something off if Jackson just signs without a fight.""He is right," Jackson said, rubbing his eyes. "Voss expects resistance. If I fold too easy, he knows we are up to something.""Fine," Morgana said. "Then we wait for his next call. In the meantime, reach out to that journalist and any contact you still have.""I will do that now," Jackson said, already pulling out his phone. "Will you keep the baby with you tonight?"Morgana looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. "I was thinking we take her to Janet's mother instead. Safer with someone outside all this.""That is the better play," Liam said. "We are all too deep in this now to keep a baby in the middle of it.""Wait," Jackson said suddenly. "Can we call Janet back? She was never actually in danger. Voss used her to pull our attention away so he could grab who he really wanted.""Avery," Morgana finished
Third person's POV Her phone rang again. She pulled it out of her purse and saw it was Mr. Astor calling. She almost didn't answer, but something made her press the green button."Yes?" she said, her voice flat."What do you mean by 'yes'?" Mr. Astor's voice came through sharp with frustration. "Y
"Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight with the people we once called family."—Liam SinclairThird person's POV The hotel room was dark the moment Jackson stepped inside. Liam was already there, leaning against the headboard, shirt half undone, a glass of whiskey dangling lazily fro
Third Person's POVThe exterior of the Sinclair Corporation's building was quiet like a burial ground. Inside the top floor office, yellow light spilled from under Astor Sinclair's door, showing that someone was still working even though it was past midnight.Barrister Lincoln sat across from Asto
Third Person's POVMADDOX CORPORATION - 2:45 PMThe sleek building of Maddox Corporation stretched toward the sky like a monument to corporate ambition. Liam parked his silver sedan in the visitor's section, taking a moment to steady his breathing before stepping out into the afternoon heat.The ma







