All Chapters of BENEATH THE COLD CONTRACT : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62:Caroline’s POVI couldn’t move.My feet were glued to the floor, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and throat. I tried processing what I heard, but all I could think about was the echo of Kelly’s voice in my head."His name is Raymond.""He wants everything Jayson had. Including Caroline.""The war has already started."War?I blinked rapidly, forcing air into my lungs. Kane was sitting upright in the hospital bed, bruised, pale, yet still managing to look composed. His gaze locked with mine, and in his eyes I saw it… fear, frustration, and something else… something protective.I stepped in, slowly, shutting the door behind me.“I… didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” I said quietly. “But I heard enough.”Kelly didn’t look surprised. He leaned against the wall like he owned the place, completely unfazed by my presence.“Then you know,” he said. “You’re in danger.”Kane’s eyes shot toward him sharply. “Kelly…”“No, Kane. She deserves to know,” Kelly snapped. “She should’ve

Chapter 64:Caroline’s POVThe silence wasn’t quiet.It had a pulse.It hummed with the weight of footsteps that had walked these floors before me… screams swallowed by these crooked walls… and something dark that waited in the air like smoke that wouldn’t clear.I stayed still.Eyes half-lidded, breathing shallow, I listened.Somewhere close, a guard coughed. The chair creaked. Water dripped from an old pipe like a ticking clock. My wrists twitched. I could move. I wasn’t tied.And that terrified me more than ropes ever could.Robertson hadn’t bound me because he didn’t see me as a threat.Not yet.He’d made a mistake.I turned my head slowly. A small window sat high on the wall. Too narrow for comfort, but maybe not for desperation. There were two doors. One was locked from the outside, the other hung half-open, leading into darkness. Between them sat an old table… a pitcher, a glass, a pen.My eyes lingered on the pen.Caroline. Focus.A thump echoed outside.I shut my eyes again,

Chapter 66:Kane’s POV“Where are we even going?” Kelly asked, gripping the wheel with one hand, the other tapping a cigarette against his knee.“The industrial zone,” I said, my voice low but certain. “North side. The part that doesn’t show up on recent maps.”He narrowed his eyes. “That's a wide area to bet on.”I leaned forward, flicking through a series of marked-up blueprints on my phone. “Robertson used to run black sites out there. Off-grid storage. Abandoned by the government, but not by him.”Kelly scoffed. “You think he’s still working those same places?”“I think he’s arrogant enough to believe I won’t trace them.” I looked up. “He always underestimated me.”“Right.” Kelly glanced sideways. “But you’re still betting he’s the one who took Caroline.”“Don’t call it a bet,” I said sharply. “Raymond’s a distraction. The timing, the setup, it’s too clean. Robertson wants me chasing the wrong man while he… while he’s doing God knows what to her.”Kelly exhaled. “You sound sure.”

Chapter 68:Kelly's POV “He’s dead?” Diane asked, her voice sharp enough to slice glass.She stood at the edge of the long marble counter in the penthouse suite we used for meetings. Her silk robe slipped down one shoulder, but she didn’t notice. Or care. Her perfectly manicured nails gripped the edge like she was trying not to flip the whole room over.“Yes,” I said simply, watching her from the far end of the room, arms crossed. “Robertson’s body was found near one of the old black sites. Execution-style. Bullet to the head.”Gina let out a soft gasp from her seat on the couch, eyes darting between us. “W-Who… who would do that? He was careful. Always paranoid.”Diane laughed. Cold. Bitter. “Paranoia doesn’t save you when you’re stupid.”She turned to face me, her red hair catching the sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her eyes, always a little too bright, a little too empty, locked onto mine.“You’re sure Kane didn’t do it?”“I’m not ruling him out,” I said. “

Chapter 70:Kane's POVI didn’t think I’d ever see the inside of my home and feel... peace.But there she was — barefoot, wrapped in one of my hoodies that hung ridiculously off her frame, walking around the living room like she owned the place.Which, to be fair, she basically did now.Caroline plopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh. “You call this a couch? It’s the size of a small boat, Kane.”I raised an eyebrow, watching her get swallowed by the plush cushions. “You’re just small.”“No,” she said, squinting at me. “You’re just abnormally large. You know what you are?”“Charming? Devilishly handsome? A living nightmare?”She pointed a finger. “A wall. An emotionally constipated, broody, soft-hearted wall.”I barked out a laugh, tossing the bag of snacks onto the coffee table and settling beside her. “You forgot ruggedly attractive.”“No, I didn’t forget,” she said with a smirk. “I just didn’t want to boost your ego more than it already is.”We both sat there for a second, the