Owned by the Fighter의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

"Is this the guy?"Bastian folded his arms across his chest, studying the skinny man with thick glasses standing before him.The man was busy resetting an old washing machine in the prison laundry room. He didn't look anything like the mastermind of a criminal operation."Never judge a book by its cover, tough guy," Viper chuckled as he leaned against one of the washing machines. "Meet Gregory. He's the one who hacked the central bank's electronic security system three years ago."Gregory didn't even look up. His fingers kept moving swiftly as he connected two tiny wires."Sixty seconds," he said. "That's the window when the prison's main server performs its weekly automatic reboot. The night after tomorrow, at exactly 2:15 a.m., every camera in the west wing and every electronic gate sensor will go offline.""Sixty seconds?" Bastian frowned. "From solitary all the way to the outer fence? That's impossible.""That's why we aren't starting from solitary," Gregory replied as he turned a

"He escaped, Belle."The clinking of silverware against fine china came to an abrupt stop. Belle stared at Tobias across the table, her eyes widening in shock."What do you mean, Tobias?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Who escaped?""Bastian," Tobias answered calmly, studying her face closely, searching for even the slightest hint of deception.The air seemed to leave Belle's lungs all at once."He and several other inmates breached the security system in Cell Block C early this morning. The news will probably be all over every TV station within the hour. My contacts with the state police in the capital just confirmed it."Belle slowly shook her head."No... that's impossible. Bastian would never do something that reckless. Tobias... tell me you're lying.""Why would I lie about something like this?" Tobias asked, setting his napkin on the table. "Did you know anything about this plan, Belle?""Of course not!" Belle shot back immediately, her breathing becoming more frantic. "I

Bastian lowered his head, letting his breath brush across Belle’s forehead. Then he pressed a gentle kiss there, so tender it made her chest ache.“You’re all I need tonight,” Bastian whispered, his voice rough—a confession heavier than any vow he could ever make.Belle didn’t waste a second. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until there wasn’t an inch of space left between them. The kiss began slowly, as if they were savoring the last traces of the longing they’d been forced to suppress. Then, little by little, it turned into something fierce.Bastian’s tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling with hers. The soft sounds of their kisses filled the room as their breaths mingled. They kissed each other with desperate hunger.“I missed you,” Belle whispered between kisses, her eyes shimmering with tears. “Every day... every night. Missing you... it almost drove me insane.”Bastian let out a low groan; the sound caught deep in his throat. “Say it again, Belle. I need

The moment Tobias's car disappeared around the corner, Belle didn't waste a single second. She hurried upstairs to Bastian."Tobias said the police are going to sweep this entire area, Bastian!" Belle threw her arms around him immediately. "I don't want to lose you again.""He could just be bluffing, Belle."Belle looked at Bastian, whose arms had already wrapped around her waist. She shook her head frantically."No, Bastian. Tobias was trying to warn me—to either turn you in or become an accomplice by hiding you," Belle said, her voice trembling."I'm not going to let that happen, Belle. If Tobias wants me to turn myself in, then that's exactly what I'll do."Belle fell silent.If he did that, Bastian's sentence would only become even harsher.Any chance of clearing his name for a crime he never committed could disappear forever. Belle couldn't bear the thought of Bastian being sentenced, only to suffer through daily abuse behind bars."Wait... I'll... I'll call Kyle," Belle said. "M

Peter stared at the screen of his phone, his brow deeply furrowed. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure whether to reply to Anthony's message or ignore it. "Why are you just sitting there?" Kyle asked impatiently. "What did that cowardly bastard say this time?" Before Peter could answer, his phone vibrated violently again. Another message came in from Anthony, this one typed entirely in capital letters. "GET OUT OF THAT ABANDONED HOUSE NOW! RENEE PLANTED A TRACKER ON YOUR CAR, POOH!" Peter's eyes flew wide open. It felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. "Shit! We've been set up!" Peter shouted, jumping to his feet. "Renee knows we're here!" "What?!" Kyle turned deathly pale. "How the hell—" SCREEECH! CRASH! The screech of tires grinding against dirt cut Kyle off. Bastian immediately pulled Kyle and Peter down behind the crumbling brick wall. "How many vehicles?" he whispered sharply. Peter peeked through the crack in the window. "Three black