Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ghost on the highway : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

CHAPTER 42 — THE MAN IN THE DARK & THE PRICE OF BLEEDINGRIVEN – The world narrowed to two things:Luca’s blood spilling between his fingers and the silhouette standing under the harsh truck headlights.Riven didn’t blink.Didn’t breathe.Didn’t dare move his hands from Luca’s wound.The man stepped forward.Boots first.A long coat.A face that should’ve been buried six feet under years ago.Riven’s throat closed.“No,” he whispered. “You’re dead.”The man smirked, cold and cruel.“You should know better than anyone, Ghost—people like us don’t die easy.”Riven’s pulse hammered in his ears.The voice.The stance.The scar under the left eye.“Shade,” Riven said, barely audible.Shade.The traitor.The biker king who vanished after the massacre.The man Riven once followed—before he discovered Shade ordered the hit that nearly killed Luca the first time.Shade tilted his head, studying Riven the way a butcher studies meat.“You’ve grown sloppy,” Shade said. “Bleeding over the boy agai

CHAPTER 44 — THE DEAD DON’T STAY QUIETThe warehouse was still trembling with the echo of gunfire when Riven slammed his back against the rusted metal pillar, blood slicking down his arm in a thin, hot trail. His breaths came sharp and ragged. Smoke curled through the air like ghostly fingers, swallowing the world in a haze of grey and gunpowder.Somewhere behind the overturned crates, someone groaned—a low sound, broken, strained.Luca.Riven’s heart kicked so hard it felt like it might shatter his ribs. Every instinct in him screamed to run to him, drag him into his arms, and check every inch of his battered body. But the gunfire hadn’t stopped; it had only paused. Waiting. Watching.The Outlaw Ghosts didn’t fight clean.They hunted.Riven tightened his grip on the pistol, ignoring the tremor in his hand. His voice was rough when he called out, “Luca, talk to me.”Silence.Then a breath—soft, pained, trembling.“I’m… here.”Riven nearly slid to the floor in relief, but the sound of

CHAPTER 45 — BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, ASH OF MY ASH(Full-Length | 2,000+ words | High-tension, emotional, brutal, explosive)The ringing in Riven’s ears was a solid, disorienting wall of noise.It swallowed everything—the fire, the collapsing steel, and the echo of the explosion still rippling out into the night. Smoke burnt his lungs as he pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing hard enough to taste blood.The warehouse was half-gone.One whole corner had collapsed, fire tearing through the rafters like hungry jaws. Shattered glass glimmered on the concrete like scattered diamonds.“Luca…” Riven rasped, forcing his vision to focus. “Luca!”For a moment, he saw nothing—only fire and choking darkness.Then—A shadow stepped through the smoke.Broad shoulders.A familiar tilt of the head.A silhouette Riven’s soul remembered before his body did.No.No—no, that wasn’t possible.He blinked, hard.The figure walked closer, boot heels silent even in the chaos.Riven froze.Everything inside

CHAPTER 47 – When the World Stops MovingThe echo of the gunshot lingered in the air long after the sound itself vanished.Aksel couldn’t hear anything—not the rain crashing against the pavement, not the hum of traffic far away, not the shouting of the men around him.All he saw was Luca.Luca lying on the wet ground.Luca is not moving.Luca’s eyes are half-open but unfocused.Aksel’s knees buckled as he hit the ground beside him. “Luca—Luca, hey, look at me. Look at me.”His hands shook violently when he touched Luca’s face. It felt too cold.“Stay with me,” Aksel whispered, voice cracking. “Please. Don’t do this to me. Not you. Anyone but you.”Luca blinked slowly, like it took all his strength to lift his eyelids. His lips parted. “Aksel…?”“I’m here,” Aksel breathed. “I’m right here. Don’t talk. Save your strength.”But Luca gave a weak, painful little laugh. “I told you… we needed to talk.”Aksel felt something inside him break. Tears mingled with the rain on his face as he shoo

CHAPTER 49 – The Refinery of ShadowsThe refinery loomed like a rusted skeleton in the storm.Sector 12 had been shut down for years, barricaded by metal fences and forgotten machinery, but everyone in the underworld knew the truth—it wasn’t abandoned.It was a graveyard.A place where Aksel’s father made people disappear.No bodies.No evidence.No mercy.As Aksel and Kai approached from opposite sides of the broken perimeter fence, the rain eased into a heavy mist, swallowing the world in grey.Aksel killed the engine and let the bike roll silently behind a collapsed pipeline. He removed his helmet, tossed it aside, and wiped the rain from his eyes.Kai crept up beside him. “Two guards at the north door. Three at the west. Snipers on the top deck.”Aksel scanned the structure.“This is overkill. Even for him.”Kai nodded grimly. “That means Luca’s inside.”Aksel’s chest tightened.He could almost feel Luca—like a phantom pulse pulling him forward. He didn’t know if it was intuition,