FAULTLINE

Julian didn’t react immediately.That was what made it dangerous.He sat with the device in his hand long after the screen had gone dark, long after the last frame of Preston’s voice had stopped echoing in the silence. Most people would’ve responded quickly anger, denial, instinct.Julian did none of that.He watched.Replayed it in his head.Not the words.The tone.The certainty.“…we move forward.”Not hesitation.Not uncertainty.Forward.Without him.Julian leaned back slightly, fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around the edge of the device before he set it down.Carefully.Controlled.Because this wasn’t about the video.Not really.Videos could be manipulated.Voices could be cut.Moments could be rearranged.But intentionintention was harder to fake.And Prest

COLLISON

The first sign wasn’t obvious.That’s why it worked.Preston was halfway through a meeting when his phone vibrated once against the table. He didn’t check it immediately. He never did. Not in front of people.Control was maintained in small habits.But something about the timingthe interruptionpulled his attention.He glanced down.One message.No name.No number.Just three words.They’ve started moving.Preston didn’t react.Didn’t pause the meeting.Didn’t shift.But insideeverything sharpened.“Continue,” he said calmly, leaning back in his chair.The man across from him resumed speaking, unaware that the room had just changed.Because Preston already knew what that message meant.Julian.—It didn’t take long.Taryn heard it bef

BREAKPOINT

Julian didn’t wait this time.The call ended.The decision followed.No space between.He sat still for exactly three seconds after Preston’s voice disappeared from the line long enough to confirm what he already knew.This wasn’t suspicion anymore.This was war.Julian leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes fixed on the floor like he could see the board laid out beneath it.“Then we stop testing,” he said quietly.A guard passed.Ignored.Another inmate spoke somewhere down the hall.Irrelevant.Julian reached for the device again.One call.No hesitation.It connected immediately.“I want it done properly this time,” Julian said.No greeting.No context.The voice on the other end didn’t ask for it.“Location?”“His office won’t work,”

THE DEAD RETURN

Rowan drove too fast.Not recklessly.Precisely.Every turn cut tighter than necessary, every light calculated rather than obeyed. The city blurred around him in streaks of white and red while Lennox sat tense in the passenger seat, checking Taryn’s last message again.Watching a location. Something’s off.No address after that.No follow-up.Nothing.And thatthat was what Rowan hated.“She should’ve answered by now,” Lennox muttered.Rowan didn’t respond.Because he agreed.Taryn wasn’t careless.If she went silent, something had interrupted it.Or someone.Rowan’s grip tightened slightly on the wheel.“Call again.”Lennox already was.Straight to voicemail.“Nothing.”Rowan accelerated.—Across the street from the safe house, Taryn stayed still.The wind shifted lightly around her, carrying distant traffic and the faint hum of the city farther out, but none of it mattered now.Her focus stayed on the house.The figure had moved once.That was all she got.A shadow crossing the win

All Chapters of The Bodyguards boy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 64

FAULTLINE

COLLISON

BREAKPOINT

THE DEAD RETURN