All Chapters of Kiss Me While The World Burns: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Found

In the high-tech command center in downtown New York, heavy screens covered every single wall. Maps flashed with bright red dots, satellite feeds zoomed in on dark ocean waters, and radios buzzed with non-stop emergency chatter. Kany stood right in front of the largest glass table, her hands resting flat against the cool surface as her sharp eyes scanned a pulsing signal on the screen. "I found her!" Kany shouted, her voice cutting straight through the noise in the room like a sharp knife. Vito rushed over, leaning right over Kany's shoulder, his breathing fast and tight. "Are you a hundred percent sure, Kany? How?" "It's the necklace," Kany replied, tapping the glass display where a blue beacon was flashing. "Victoria is still wearing that necklace Alexander gave her! I managed to hack into Alexander's private satellite frequency, and the embedded signal just pinged!" "Where is it pointing?" Vito asked, his eyes widening as the satellite map zoomed in. "Out in open waters," Kan

Why?

Alexander burst back through the heavy iron door just as Eleanora yanked the silver spoon from Victoria’s locked jaw, a dark streak of blood trickling from Victoria’s cracked lip onto the damp floor. "Get your hands off her!" Alexander shouted, his voice echoing off the cold cement as he shoved the two massive guards backward, breaking their crushing grip on Victoria’s hair and shoulders. Victoria slumped forward into her chains, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently as she spit the bitter taste of metallic soup onto Eleanora’s spotless white shoes. Her head pounded from the sudden rush of pregnancy-induced nausea, her hands trembling uncontrollably inside the steel cuffs. "Alexander, know your place!" Eleanora snapped, wiping her shoe with a linen handkerchief, her eyes flashing with cold disgust. "She needs to be fed. I will not have my grandchild starving in this basement because of your weak stomach." "I said get out!" Alexander growled, stepping directly between Eleano

Shot

Victoria looked around as the sirens wailed louder, the deafening screech echoing off the cold concrete walls and bathing the underground bunker in red, flashing light. Alexander abruptly stood up, his jaw clenched, his eyes darting frantically toward the door. "What the hell is going on?!" Eleanora barged right back into the room, her spotless white coat swishing against her boots as she hissed, "They have arrived." Victoria raised a brow, a cold, breathless thought flashing through her mind, “Well, that was quick.” Alexander frowned, stepping back from Victoria's chair, his heart racing. "Who are 'they'?" "Vito and Giordano, you dimwit!" Eleanora snapped, her eyes dark with pure fury. She pulled a sleek handgun from her coat and pointed it toward the exit. "Hurry, move Victoria. We need to get out of here before they get close!" Alexander hesitated, looking down at Victoria's pale, trembling frame. "But... she hasn't eaten." "Well, she didn't want to eat!" Eleanora hissed, wa

Countdown

Victoria’s hand slipped from the cold doorframe as her legs gave out completely. Exhaustion, severe pregnancy nausea, and blood loss crashed over her at once. Across the room, Eleanora stood over Alexander’s bleeding body, her gun raised. Before Eleanora could pull the trigger, a thunderous explosion blew the main doors off their hinges! Smoke, fire, and concrete dust filled the hall. Giordano burst through the smoke like an unhinged demon. He fired his shotgun, dropping three guards in seconds, then threw the empty gun into another guard's chest and broke his neck with his bare hands. He saw Victoria sitting on the floor. "VICTORIA!" Victoria tried to shout at him to run, but her voice died in her weak throat. Giordano ran toward her. But in that exact second, Eleanora stepped out from the dark smoke behind him and smashed a heavy metal baton right into the back of his head! CRACK! Giordano’s eyes rolled back, and he hit the floor hard, blacking out instantly. Eleanora snapp

Mother and Son

Vito stood motionless in the broken doorway, his chest heaving under his tactical vest. The dim red emergency light washed over his mud-stained jaw and the blood splattered across his neck. His dark eyes locked onto Eleanora, ignoring the ticking red numbers flashing on the cart beside her. "Step away from the console, Eleanora," Vito growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Eleanora let out a high, bitter laugh that echoed off the damp concrete walls. "Or what, Vito? You will shoot your own mother?" "You stopped being my mother the day you faked your death and abandoned me," Vito spat, his voice cracking with a lifetime of buried rage as he took a heavy step into the room. "You staged your own bloody murder, left me as a child in that empty house, and disappeared. You never loved me. You never even saw me as a son! And Victoria, you didn’t even care about her either!” Beside Giordano, Victoria’s breath hitched. She blinked through the haze of her dizziness, her brow furrowing

The Moon Trap

Giordano’s dark, breathless chuckle cut through the suffocating silence of the bunker. The red digital timer on the vault terminal ticked down mercilessly: 00:15... 00:10... 00:05... "Press it, Eleanora," Giordano taunted, his voice smooth and cold as steel, despite the blood dripping down his temple. "Go on. Do it." "Burn in hell, both of you!" Screaming in unhinged, manic rage, Eleanora slammed her trembling palm onto the master execution button. Nothing blew up. No gas pipes ruptured. No seismic shockwave shook the concrete floor. Instead, the screens on both the EMP briefcase and the vault terminal flickered violently, glitching into cascading lines of bright crimson code. A massive surge of hijacked power burst through the roof vents, projecting a blinding, gigantic golden hologram high into the stormy ocean sky above the island. It was a glowing, ancient Chinese character for marriage: 囍. Eleanora stumbled back, her eyes wide with unadulterated horror as she stared up thro

Ashes in the Water

"VICTORIA! GIORDANO!" Vito’s agonized scream tore through the deafening roar of flames and churning waves as he sprinted toward the edge of the collapsing pier. Blinding rain slammed into his face, nearly washing away his vision as he watched Giordano’s body plunge off the speedboat deck, disappearing into the pitch-black, freezing Atlantic sea right after Victoria was dragged down. "Get the spotlights on the water!" Vito screamed, spinning back toward the boat deck and violently grabbing Malik by his tactical vest. "Right now! Get your men in the water! They are both in there!" "Vito, the whole boathouse is going under!" Malik shouted back over the thunderous roar, his hands shaking as he shoved Vito's hands off his vest. "The current is pulling everything straight into the deep channel! It is too dangerous!" "I do not give a damn about the channel!" Vito yelled, stepping right back into Malik's face, his bloodshot eyes wild with terror and rage. "That is my sister down there! An

Sparks in the Grief

The rain beat hard against Kany’s apartment window, making a loud, lonely sound in the dark room. Water droplets trickled down the cold glass in dark, unending streams, mirroring the storm raging inside her chest. Bruce sat on the sofa beside her, staring down at his broad, calloused hands. He had come over to check on her because he knew she was spiraling just as badly as Vito and Giordano. Neither of them wanted to be alone in their empty apartments with their dark, suffocating thoughts. Kany sat on the very edge of the cushions, looking at the hardwood floor with blank, tired eyes. Her face was pale, almost ghostly in the dim gray light filtering through the blinds. She looked small, fragile, and completely broken, a stark contrast to the sharp, unstoppable woman she usually was. "You haven't eaten all day, Kany," Bruce said softly. His voice was low and quiet in the still room, stripped of its usual gruff authority. "You need to stay strong." "How can I eat, Bruce?" Kany asked

Shadows In The Dark

Midnight struck in Manhattan. Inside the top floor penthouse, Giordano was losing his mind. He paced back and forth across the freezing, pitch black living room like a caged beast. Empty whiskey bottles littered the hardwood floor, clinking together loudly whenever his heavy, unlaced boots kicked them out of the way. Crushed cigarette packs sat piled up on the glass table next to overflowing ashtrays. Giordano looked like a total mess. He was dangerously thin and hollowed out, his skin pale and sickly from months of barely eating. A thick, unkempt beard covered his sharp jawline, and his messy, unbrushed dark hair fell wild over his tired, bloodshot eyes. He had lost his temper, his empire, and his sanity, but he refused to accept the cold truth everyone else was trying to shove down his throat. He jammed his phone against his ear, his hand trembling with rage as he barked into the receiver. "I do not give a single shit what Interpol says!" Giordano screamed into the phone, his vo

Wanna Build An EMP

Giordano stood completely frozen in the dark, paralyzed by pure, unadulterated shock. His fingers lost all feeling, and the heavy steel sidearm slipped from his hand, thudding softly onto the thick rug near his bare feet. He took a trembling step forward, his bloodshot eyes stretched wide with complete disbelief. His frantic mind raced, trying to figure out if he had finally lost his mind after ninety days of torturous grief. Months of drowning in cheap whiskey, suffocating in total isolation, and staring at the dark walls made him wonder if his brain was playing another sick trick on him. He had seen her shadow in the corners of his room before. He had heard her voice in his sleep a hundred times. "No," Giordano muttered, backing away slightly and shaking his head in total denial. "No, this is not happening. I am hallucinating again. I am losing my mind." "Giordano," Victoria said softly, her voice steady and warm. "No!" Giordano yelled, his voice cracking as he slammed his hand

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