Lockdown นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Bodies on the floor around him. Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand. She ignored it. Sandro came back ten minutes later. Two of his men followed him into the room, Dante and another she only knew as Rocco. Both looked grim. “Full lockdown,” Sandro said. “No one in or out without my word. Phones stay on silent. No outside calls unless I approve them.” Dante nodded. “Already done. Cameras are on every floor. Street level is clear for now.” “The video?”

In the way people avoided eye contact, In the way shoulders stiffened just slightly. Anyone here…could be lying. “Good,” Dante said quietly. And somehow that word felt worse than anger. “Lockdown starts now.” My fingers curled slightly against my side. “No one leaves without clearance,” he continued. “No calls. No outside contact. Everything is monitored.” “If you’re innocent…” His voice dropped. “You have nothing to worry about. And if not...." He didn’t need to say it. The room began to move again, but differently now. Not coordinated. Not confident.

"We lost them." The temperature in the cabin seemed to drop to freezing. Dominic's fingers twitched in Avery's grip. "Lock down the North Port," Dominic commanded. "All exits. Nothing in or out for twelve hours." Drake hesitated. "Boss, we don't have jurisdiction over the North Port. A forced lockdown is a declaration of war against the Maurices." "Then declare it." Dominic's voice turned lethal. "For the next twelve hours, not a single crate leaves without my signature. If anyone tries, sink the ship and everyone on it."

"Have you treated wounds before?" Kevin pointed at the medical kit beside him. He then lay back on the bed. "Treat her injuries. Apply ointment to half of them, and leave the other half untreated." My body trembled slightly. Kevin watched me calmly until I opened the kit. "If you're scared, you can switch with someone else. You won't be punished." His face was pale. As soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing again. Laura trembled violently.

“W-what are you talking about? Who was that? What did they say?” He reached me and grabbed my shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “The Supreme Alpha just declared a full territorial lockdown. Emergency protocol. No one—and I mean no one—leaves pack territory until further notice. All private jets grounded indefinitely. Commercial flights canceled. Trains shut down. The highways leading out of the city have military checkpoints set up as of twenty minutes ago.” His voice cracked. “They’re calling it a security measure. Enhanced protection protocols. But we both know what it really is.”

I interrupt, though my voice lacks heat. Dominik is downstairs in the war room. He’s been there for six hours. I haven't seen him since breakfast, but I swear I can feel him. The house vibrates with his frustration. It leaks through the floorboards like a gas leak. Invisible, toxic, and highly combustible. I take a deep breath of the cool air. It smells of rain and impending autumn. Since the incident at the school, the lockdown has tightened from a vice to a stranglehold. I have four guards with me right now, and my outside privileges have been revoked. Dominik doesn’t even want me walking the grounds.

On Matteo’s side, Wolf, Salvatore, Luca, Kat, Mama Red, and GreenLee filled the rest of the long table. Family. All of us. Even in the middle of a storm. Wolf cleared his throat, pulling everyone’s attention. “Lockdown stays in place until Shamrock checks in. No exceptions.” A few of the guys groaned, but no one argued. Lockdown meant safety. Lockdown meant control. Lockdown meant we weren’t giving Hector or that unknown MC a single opening. Matteo squeezed my hand once before speaking. “We’ve got a new plan. And this time, we’re doing it smart.”

"Sign the order, Vane. Now. Every entry point from the docks to the subways gets a hard seal." Abram didn’t look up from the bank of monitors. The blue light of the security feed washed over his face, turning his skin into a cold, digital mask. Behind him, the elevator to the penthouse hissed shut. A team of men in sterile white scrubs marched past, carrying crates marked with heavy surgical red crosses. "A total lockdown? For the whole district?" Vane’s voice cracked through the intercom. "The Syndicate Elders are going to lose their minds. You’re cutting off their revenue, Abram. You’re choking the city."

Bold red letters flashed across the bottom of the broadcast: 'BORDER LOCKDOWN IN EFFECT. "Rogue activity has been detected along the border line," the new anchor announced crispy. "By order of the Pack Council, all roads, rail lines, and air travel in and out of Silver Moon territory are suspended until the threat is neutralized." The remote slipped from my numb fingers, dropping onto the carpet. "No," I whispered, pulling at the roots of my hair as walls seemed to close in around me from every side. "No, no, no. This can't be happening."

"Wh-what do you mean, he won't be able to have children? He was 15 when he went in. And what do you mean by blunt force and chemical damage?" The doctor replied, "It means your son was deliberately sterilized at the correction center. Given his age at the time, this constitutes a serious criminal offense. We are required to report it. I also need to understand something. What kind of environment was your son in tonight when he attempted this?" Silence fell. Mom's voice came through in fragments. "He was locked…in the storage room…with no lights…" "Who locked him in?" A longer silence ensued. "I did." Dad's voice was barely a whisper. "I just… I wanted him to calm down…"