All Chapters of Kiss Me While The World Burns: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Gun point

"What the fuck do you mean by he’s gone?!" Victoria hissed into her phone, her knuckles turning white around the casing as she paced narrow circles inside the elevator. "Alexander wouldn't just go ghost like that, Bin!" She completely brushed past Bin’s hesitant mention that Alexander had been loitering near her wing of the estate right before vanishing. Beside her, Kany’s eyes narrowed. She didn't let that detail slide. While Victoria was spiraling, Kany subtly slipped her phone from her pocket and fired off a rapid text to Bruce. Kany: Alexander just went off the grid. Can you run a quiet satellite ping on him? Kany kept her expression completely neutral. Pointing out her gut feeling right now was useless; Victoria was too emotionally hyper-focused to listen to logic. A subtle lurch resonated through the floor plates as the elevator descended toward the lower levels. The digital display overhead counted down the floors 3... 2... 1... before a soft, metallic chime echoed through

Merging The Proof

Kany’s fingers flew across her phone screen as she stepped away from the ruined Brooklyn window, firing off an urgent broadcast text to Vito, Bin, and Bruce who had already gotten to the estate. Kany: We got the drive. Code Red assembly at the industrial warehouse immediately. Victoria’s phone chimed in the garage back at the estate. Reading the notification over Vito’s shoulder, her eyes widened. "I'm coming with you. If this drive has the location on the insider, I need to be there." "No," Vito said instantly, stepping directly into her path, his massive frame blocking her way to the tactical SUV. "You are not going anywhere near an unsecured warehouse, Victoria." "Vito, I am fully capable of—" "I said no," Vito interrupted, his voice dropping into a stern, unyielding command. "You are going back into the main house, and you are going to rest. And when I say rest, Victoria, I mean sit down, keep your blood pressure low, and rest. For the sake of the baby. I will handle the ware

Mother’s Ghost

The old shipping warehouse on the Brooklyn docks was dead silent, save for the low hum of portable generators and the rhythmic lap of seawater against the rotted wooden pilings outside. Shadowy metal beams stretched high overhead, lost in the cavernous dark. Bruce, Kany, Vito, and Bin stood huddled around a heavy steel workbench in the center of the concrete floor. Illuminated by the stark blue glare of a ruggedized tactical terminal, their faces were set in rigid lines of exhaustion and mounting anxiety. Bruce pulled the encrypted flash drive from his vest, slamming it down onto the scratched metal surface alongside his portable server rig. "This is everything I scraped from the Brooklyn apartment," Bruce said, his voice low and gravelly. "Server logs, offshore routing numbers, and encrypted comms traffic. Whoever was running that workstation had military-grade wiping protocols, but I managed to slice out forty percent of the raw partition before their operative tried to put a bul

Blow up

The heavy steel ceiling of the Brooklyn warehouse detonated into a blinding flash of orange fire and black smoke. Sparks and jagged metal fragments rained down into the cavernous room as the portable generators flickered and died. "Get down!" Bruce bellowed, diving over the steel workbench and tackling Kany to the floor just as a wave of suppressed automatic gunfire shredded the metal table above them. Sparks flew into the dark. Heavy bullets chewed through concrete pillars and tore through wooden crates. "Protect the drive!" Kany screamed, her voice cutting through the ringing in her ears. She shoved Bruce off her, clawing through the debris to reach the titanium case holding Damien's micro-diamond and the backup drive. "Bruce! Don't let them destroy the data!" "I got it!" Bruce yelled back, rolling onto his back and pulling his heavy sidearm. He squeezed off three rapid shots into the swirling smoke above. "Vin! Vito! Flank the left catwalks!" “Aren’t those Giordano’s men?” Bin

Betrayed

The rain beat a relentless, heavy rhythm against the tall, bulletproof glass windows of Victoria’s private study. Outside in the manicured gardens, silenced sniper rifles hissed from the woodline. One by one, the heavily armed tactical guards posted at the perimeter junctions crumpled to the wet grass, taken down before they could even trigger their alarm wristbands. Down the quiet hallway of the medical wing, Tex moved toward his small office to check on Victoria’s routine blood panel results. He paused as a shadow flickered near the elevator doors. "Who's there?" Tex asked, reaching instinctively for his concealed sidearm. Before his fingers touched the leather holster, a silent dart hissed through the air and struck him square in the neck. Tex gasped, his eyes wide in immediate shock as the high-potency tranquilizer surged through his system. His knees buckled, his medical bag slipping from his fingers as his body collapsed onto the polished floor, completely unconscious. Victo

Betrayed 2

The world seemed to lose all sound. Victoria backed away, her boots dragging on the marble as she stared at him, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Alexander..." she breathed out, her chest heaving as tears mixed with the blood on her face. "No... no, this makes no sense." She stood there, reeling from the sheer impossibility of it all. Memories crashed into her mind like a runaway train. The missing shipments. The leaked safehouses. The constant, uncanny precision with which their enemies had anticipated her every single move. Every time she had been sold out, framed, or pushed into a corner, Alexander had been right beside her, offering comfort, playing the devoted shadow. And the person who had recommended Alexander to her in the first place... the contact who had vouched for his loyalty... Even Tex... Tex had told her before he went down that Alexander was the one who had cleared the routes, the one who had handled the security protocols for the clinic shipment. It was

Too Late

The sharp, agonizing throb in Kany’s temple woke her up. She lay flat on her stomach against the freezing concrete floor of the ruined warehouse, gasping for air as thick smoke burnt her lungs. Her vision swam in sickening, blurred circles of grey and black. "Fuck..." Kany choked out, pressing her trembling fingers against the bloody gash on the side of her head. Memory rushed back like a tidal wave of ice water. The raid. Marcus. The execution squad. Alexander. "Victoria!" Kany screamed, the sound tearing out of her throat as pure panic slammed into her chest. She scrambled across the floor on her hands and knees, ignoring the agonizing pain in her broken wrist. She searched the concrete frantically until her fingers brushed against her cracked satellite phone lying near a pile of shattered glass. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tapped the screen with her bloody thumb. The notification was right there. Her voice message to Victoria had been delivered. But there was no

Too late 2

Vito turned his head slowly. The second his eyes landed on Giordano, something inside him snapped completely. "You motherfucker!" Vito roared. Without a single second of hesitation, Vito launched himself across the wet concrete, driving his heavy fist square into Giordano’s jaw. CRUNCH! The force of the blow snapped Giordano’s head back, sending him stumbling three steps across the slick asphalt. Blood immediately spurted from Giordano’s lip, mixing with the rain pouring down his face. "Vito, stop!" Kany screamed, trying to step between them, but Bruce caught her shoulder, pulling her back out of the strike zone. Giordano wiped the blood from his chin, his dark eyes flashing with fury. He did not back down. He spat a mouthful of bloody water onto the ground and stepped right back into Vito's face. "You want to do this right now, Vito?!" Giordano growled, his chest heaving. "Your sister drove us straight into this goddamn wall! She handed everything over to a fucking gho

The Hunt

"We don't fucking know yet!" Kany screamed through her tears, throwing herself directly into Giordano's path as he turned to his car. Her arm was cradled tight against her ribs in a makeshift sling, but she pressed her palm hard against his chest. Giordano grunted, “Wrong answer.” He walked around Kany and headed towards his car. "Giordano! Calm the fuck down! Listen to me!" Kany yelled, her voice raw as she shoved her way past Bin, her arm cradled tight against her ribs in a makeshift sling. "Barging out right now without a proper plan is only going to get her killed! You going out there like an unhinged lunatic is going to endanger Victoria and your baby!" Giordano didn't flinch. His eyes, dark and hollow, slowly tracked over to Kany. "She is in Alexander's hands, Kany," Giordano said, his voice flat, stripped entirely of emotion. "You expect me to stand here and fucking wait?" "Yes! Because rushing in blindly means we lose her completely!" Kany barked back, stepping directly i

Mother

Deep beneath the dark, heavy rocks of the hidden island, sixty feet underground, the cold subterranean room smelled like damp cement, rust, and stale sea air. Victoria slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt badly, a sharp, throbbing ache pulsing behind her temples as the high-potency sedative slowly loosened its grip on her brain. She tried to lift her hands to rub her face, but a harsh metal clink stopped her cold. Her wrists were locked tightly in heavy steel handcuffs, chained securely to the solid metal arms of a chair bolted straight into the concrete floor. "Look who is finally awake," a smooth, calm voice said, echoing off the bare walls. Victoria's head snapped up. Standing ten feet away under the dim, buzzing light of an overhead bulb was a woman in a neat white coat. Her dark hair was styled up without a single strand out of place, and her cold, icy eyes matched Victoria's own with terrifying precision. Standing right behind her right shoulder, his arms crossed over his

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