All Chapters of Salt And Steel: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tamara. Dale's Residence, New York. Thursday, 2nd of April. Three days later. Night. Dad asked us to meet here. "I have invited Olympus to the meeting as well. I want to tell him what his little pup has been up to concerning the girl, Salt." Dad said when he called me earlier today. Now I'm here, in his house, wondering how Crane Olympus is going to take his son betraying him over a delivery. I stand in the middle of the living room, watching the large wall portraits of myself, Dad, and Mum. Well, I was a baby in all the paintings. I had no idea of the world back then. All I had was this innocent smile, one that was void of all the pain the world could give. The pain of losing my family. The pain of losing Mum. The humiliation of losing Chase to a nobody. My phone pings with a message, dragging my thoughts back to the present. I pull it out until I'm staring at the screen. A new message from Chase. My heart skips. Since that kidnapping incident that caused the death of T

Chase. Meanwhile. "Alright. Flag and restrict every activity carried out through the accounts of Mr Fitzgerald and his wife." My voice comes out tight and professional over the phone. My gaze stays fixed on the CCTV monitors, watching every activity inside and outside the house. I pinch the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger, trying to remain calm. Trying to remain steady. "Yes, Sir," my man responds. "But what about their daughter? Should we do the same to her?" he asks carefully. "No. The federal agent who called me moments ago didn't demand that. He was only specific about Mr and Mrs..." The door suddenly flies inward with a loud bang. And in walks the man of the fucking hour. So called Crane Olympus. "Where is that prick?!" His furious eyes sweep around the room until they finally land on me. The instant they do, I watch his expression darken into something even uglier. "Just handle Mr and Mrs Fitzgerald," I finish into the phone before hanging up. Sli

Kane (Crane) Olympus. My name is Kane Olympus. The older twin of Crane Olympus. Crane is the twin who died. I am the twin who lived. Yet I had to die in order to live his life. I had to die in order to win. Memories flash through my mind of when my twin and I were little. We used to play games with our mother. With our neighbors. With our friends. As for our father, we never knew him. Mum was raped when she was just a young cook in some rich family's home. She never told us where she worked. She never told us who our father was. "Crane, let me be you today." I once told my brother. We were eight years old. "Why be me?" he asked, never lifting his gaze from his toy car. We were both in the kitchen of the restaurant where Mother worked. She used to bring us with her and have Patty, one of the younger waitresses, watch us. "I need to be you so Mother will give me those delicious vitamins she gives you all the time," I told him. He frowned. "But Kane, Mother says those vitam

Tamara. So this is the whore, Lucy Roshid, in the flesh? I stare at her condescendingly, taking in every inch of her. She's dressed in a casual blouse, jeans, and black ballet flats. Her long brown and black hair is pulled into a disheveled bun on top of her head. She is beautiful. Young. I'll give her that. And defiant. There is that dangerous mix of innocence laced across her face. Perhaps the same innocence she used to seduce Chase. Scorn drips from me as I watch her. Slowly, I pull my gun from inside my cape and point it at her. Instantly, she jumps in her seat. That initial defiance in her eyes vanishes, replaced by fear. Her bonds hold her firmly in place. "What, you don't like guns?" I sneer. Her eyes stay locked on me, watching carefully. A dark grin spreads across my lips as I close the distance between us, the gun raised to her face. She flinches. "One pull of the trigger and it all ends. Your entire world. Your influence, your hold on Chase. Poof." I

Chase. “Lucy!” A strangled cry tears out of me after Tamara's gun goes off. I rush toward Lucy. Everything happened so fast. Tamara ready to shoot. Lucy suddenly lunging for her. Both of them crashing to the floor. And now a gunshot. My heart flies into my throat as I kneel beside Lucy. “Lucy... Lucy... Kitten...” I frantically check her body. The smell of blood instantly fills the air, sending panic clawing through me. “Cameo! Do something!” I thunder. I drag Lucy into my arms, pressing my ear against her chest. Every breath I take is filled with fear. She groans. “My ribs.” Relief crashes through me. She's okay. She's okay. She's alive. “Kitten...” I kiss her lips. “Are you okay?” My lips tremble. My eyes fill with tears. My throat tightens with pain. “Please tell me you're okay.” I press another frantic kiss to her forehead. Why am I smelling blood? Where is it coming from? Please be okay, Kitten. Please. “I... f... fine... J... just... m..