Novel & Cerita Going Under

You don’t want to know , I am going to act all sainty and goofy . You will be going to the ground shuan . You will lose every fucking that you have , every investment will be going down the drain . I am pretty sure you do not want that to happen .

I hug my jacket tighter. "Where are we even going?" I ask. "My place," he says shortly. "At least until we figure this out." I hesitate. "You think that is a good idea?" He unlocks the car, then looks at me. "No. But it is the safest bad idea we have got." I slide into the seat, still trying to make sense of it all. He starts the engine, and for a while, neither of us says anything. When we finally pull into the underground garage beneath his building, the air changes. Everything here is quiet, expensive, and private. The kind of place where people like Rhys Van Allen disappear when the world gets too loud.

Maybe it just changed it. We followed the sound to the edge of an underground tunnel, half-buried under rubble. The air coming from below was colder, thicker, carrying that faint blue smell—metal and static. I crouched down and listened. There it was again. thump… thump… thump… Alexander tightened his grip on the flashlight. “If we go down, we might not come back.” I gave a tired smile. “You said that last time.” He nodded. “And I meant it every time.”

The poorly-disguised snickers. “She really thought she had a chance with Noah…” “…Did you see that outfit? My grandma wouldn’t even wear that.” “She’s, like, delusional. Honestly.” “It was brutal. I heard she cried in the bathroom.” And the laughter. Oh God, the laughter. Each word hit like a pebble. Small, but adding up. I was drowning in humiliation. Every step felt heavier. Every glance like a dagger. I wanted to disappear. I wanted my hoodie back. I wanted to crawl under a table and never resurface.

Or paranoia? The tunnel infiltration took forty minutes crawling through vents, bypassing motion sensors with Katarina’s jammer. Tension built with every drip of condensation, every distant alarm wail from above. We emerged in the sub-basement corridor sterile white halls now stained with panic: discarded gloves, blood-specked linens, a gurney overturned with a sheet-draped body leaking fluid.

I turned and walked away, my heels striking the stone floor. “Remember this. Whoever I choose to lift can become an underboss. Whoever I choose to destroy can only end up as trash.”

I would have to stay in the house without panties while he had access to my pussy whenever he wanted. I was currently sitting on my bed without panties when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Damien. He told me he would be having a meeting in his home office and wanted me to pleasure him while he was in the meeting. That was risky, but who was I to refuse his instructions? Just thinking about it made my cheeks turn red. I quickly went to his office wearing only a big top, with no bra and no panties, just as he had instructed. The top hugged my body and barely covered my ass, showing every curve.

Cassie commented. "We have no other option," Kevin said as he slammed the gate shut and entered the tunnel. "This is bad," Cassie says as she walks into the tunnel, following them. Because of the stagnant water in the canal in the middle of the tunnel, the underpass is dark and unusable. "I had no idea this place was so big," Cassie remarked. “We can use this place,” Kevin said after a long walk. His movements were quick- the chains that Aviana and Cassie had bought were taken out of the bag.

"We've checked both banks and the supports. Maybe they drowned under the water. Current's strong here." The radio crackled. A reply came through, an unintelligible, flattened scrawl of sound. I strained to catch it and could not. Just a rhythm. Cold. Patient. It made the hair stand along my arms. The man listened. Nodded to no one. "Understood," he said. "We'll widen the search downstream. But if they went under in that car, they're not coming back up." The beam swept across the overhang once more. Slowly. Lazily. It slid along the slab, down into the gap, and I watched the light creep toward my boots with a horror so complete that I couldn't close my eyes. It touched the edge of the shadow.

"Far side is mine. Steady ground means you give people a place that does not shift under them. You stay reliable. Jake Mia Tim Lila Sam grab a tool. We clear and talk." Jake took a rake. "What does steady ground feel like in a regular day Grandpa Kane?" Kane started pulling weeds. "It feels like knowing the person will answer when you call. It feels like the plan does not change every hour. It feels like you can put your weight down and not fall through." Mia worked beside him. "Is steady ground the same as being boring?" Elias shook his head while clearing stones. "No. Steady is not boring. Steady is safe enough for the interesting things to happen. People take more chances when the ground