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I could feel the acidity of the rich blood rise up from my throat. She hurried onto her heels in a panic. I have to get out of here before the results arrive. I pushed my body against whatever they injected into my body. My fingers snagged the pin that connected me to additional charges, and I stumbled under the bed. I slowly crawled on the cold, polished floor while obscuring myself from the seeing eyes. Some people wheezed harder that a dying horse, while some had their monitors in flat lines. The cries sounded the same as it was outside this building.

⚠️This chapter contains sexual and mature themes, viewers discretion adviced- Riley Ochoa The drive wasn't very long, but the silence in the car was a bit awkward, though I also didn't know if I was even supposed to be making conversation considering this man was working for them. The thought made me shiver, and I tried really hard not to think about it, not because I didn't want to, but because I wasn't wearing undergarments and I was a little worried my arousal would start running down my thighs.

DAY OF THE LUNA CEREMONY. SHAILA. "Fuck!" Carlos’ grip on my hair tightened as he kept guiding me while I bobbed my head up and down. I was almost gagging, but I wasn’t complaining. I wanted this. I wanted all of him inside my mouth. I was kneeling on the bathroom tiled floor with the water cascading over us as drool kept dripping from the corner of my lips. We were supposed to just shower, but for some reason, we ended up in this position.

She paused for a while and continued. "Don't worry about him not seeing you today. After the funeral ceremony, we will find a way to get you into Shaw Corporations. You can work there and gradually build a friendship and hopefully, a relationship with him." "But Mum, no matter what it is, I'm the manager of Davis Group. Why do I still have to work under someone?" Emily asked dejectedly.

He hums, “I can shrink myself, but you’d still need to be a bit bigger than a sparrow. The bigger you are the more dangerous it is for us to go there. Wildlife avoids that place.” She sighs and nods, “But we can try if you think it’s doable.” She sits cross-legged in front of the fire, “I think it’s worth trying, the sooner we get you in there, the sooner we can get her out.” He nods, “I’ll prepare.” She nods and he goes to a door under the stairs and seems to go downstairs. Ash and Kai groan as the pain increases.

⸻ Chapter 13 — The Underworld Answers The ground shook before I even saw it. Not like an earthquake. Not like the city settling. Something alive trembled beneath the asphalt, deep, primal, vibrating through my bones. My mark pulsed against my ribs, thrumming in time with the tremor. I didn’t need to see it to know: the underworld was coming.

“There’s an underground racing event. A private track. It’s called ‘Furious Tracks.’ The best drivers, the fastest cars. No rules. Pure adrenaline. It’s a place where even the most powerful men shed their titles and become... primal. No suits. No pretenses. Just speed and the sheer will to win. My kind of heaven.” Claudine felt a flicker of something in her stomach – a mix of worry and a strange thrill. An underground event? That could be an opportunity. Or a trap. “Furious Tracks?” she repeated. “Sounds... reckless. Do they offer life insurance? Or is it a ‘no refunds if you crash’ policy? Because I prefer my adventures with a clear exit strategy.”

The third sheet with the later hand rides under them like a knife. “Good,” I say. “We deliver and vanish.” “Then the basement,” she says. “Then the basement,” I agree. Garran points at the river stairs. “Down to the culvert. Out by the mill sluice. We mix with carts.” “Move,” I say. We take the stairs. Water shines like hammered metal. People crowd the lower walk, heads down, voices tight. Fear here is busy. That helps. “Do not run,” I say. “Walk like you are late to work.”

“Understood.” The team moved as one, shadows slipping beneath the neon glow, bodies low, silent, fluid. Soo-ah’s mind raced through the decrypted files, memorizing the schematics, the security rotations, the potential traps. Each step felt heavier than the last—the city above oblivious to the storm brewing beneath its surface.

"Give me the coin." I handed him the red coin. Dante slammed it into the cylinder, and a cloud of thick, violet-tinted smoke erupted, obscuring us from the "Vulture" sensors. "GO!" Dante roared. We sprinted toward the edge of the harbor, the Cleaners’ pulse-bolts hissing through the smoke behind us. We didn't head for the bridge or the city. We headed for a rusted, circular hatch hidden beneath a pile of discarded shipping containers—the entrance to the "Under-Lagos."