Gotham Series 4 Novels & Stories

“A worthy opponent.” Veil stood silently by the window. “What now?” Daniel smiled coldly. “They think the game is over. But Chimera was never the end, it was the opening act.” He pressed a hidden panel. A new map appeared. Coordinates marked Phase Four: Prometheus Protocol. Veil frowned. “That’s still incomplete.” “It won’t be for long,” Daniel said. “And this time, no AI. No codes. Just me.” His reflection in the glass stared back like a stranger.

Both humiliated and enraged, Tiffany lunged at Fabian only to be kicked down without mercy. This outcome was no surprise to me. This ending was of her own making. As for this monster Fabian, he must be severely punished. “Chief Commissioner Walker, beyond these financial crimes, I believe he’s the ringleader behind the loan-sharking assault cases from years ago.” The room went dead silent. The bravado on Fabian’s face vanished. “Matthew Hunt, don’t you dare slander me!” I let out a cold laugh and took out my phone. I played a section of the audio clip that I had been recording since the beginning.

"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

The images flashed uninvited in my mind. They made me want to be sick. Naomi’s voice cut through my thoughts again. Dragging me back to the horror. “I won’t let you near them,” she snapped, her finger jabbing at me. “Never.” “They’re all mine.” “As a matter of fact. Not only Alpha Theo and Alpha Harlan. The remaining two alphas are also mine.” I stared at her, stunned. My mouth fell open a little. The four of them…? The quadruplets? All of them? So she had all four Alphas wrapped around her finger? Was she that greedy?

“Huh… there are handholds. Seriously, this must have been an actual maintenance access. This will be easier than we thought.” “Still too convenient,” Forty-Four said. “I still think this must be a trap.” “That’s why I brought this,” Forty said, pulling out a handful of smoke bombs. “Use them wisely. Remember… get in, get the goods, get out alive.” “Not coming?” Lieutenant Beta asked as the others started to reluctantly climb the shaft. “No,” Forty said quietly. “You know what our assignment is.” He nodded, holding out his hand to me. “You’ll be missed. Really. Whatever you’re up to out there, give ‘em hell.”

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If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

London’s city center pulsed with chaos, its neon-lit streets a battlefield under the fog’s heavy veil. Kai Castellano moved through a derelict data hub, his black jacket blending with the shadows, his icy blue eyes scanning for the Order of Cinders’ servers. The cyberattack, intercepted by Rosa, threatened to drain mafia finances globally, endangering their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera. The traitor in their London team, revealed by Marsh, gnawed at Kai, but Gianna’s heated kiss in the alley anchored him. His jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his fear of betrayal.

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck faltered. The stone beneath my jaw began to itch—not with rot, but with reversion. I looked at my right hand, and for a heartbeat, the waxy skin turned soft and pink, the calluses I’d earned in the New York basements smoothing away as if they had never existed. "The Fourth Prime..." I rasped, the shards of glass in my throat turning into silk for a split second before the pain returned. "He’s a reset."

“Just kill me,” The rogue strapped to my electric chair in the basement mumbles. The filthy fucker can’t speak any louder because he’s in too much pain. I don’t tolerate rogues of any kind on my territory, especially one’s who think they can take my mate! This piece of shit, Carl Masters, walked onto my territory with a gun filled with silver bullets. He intended to kill Gianna. The wolves should not have descended this quickly! Of course, my enemies are out for blood, and what better way to get to The Bloody Alpha than take his mate?