Man Of Steel Plot Novels & Stories

They both stood in the middle of the room with their gazes on the spacious floor. A few seconds later, voices followed by loud laughter could be heard from the large stairs at one side of the room. A dark, averaged looking man in his sixties appeared on the stairs, making a phone call as he walked down the stairs slowly with the aid of a walking stick. He was no other man than the ruthless billionaire, Mateo Steel.

“I want Steel’s security detail for that shoot pulled into the main room at the clubhouse within thirty minutes. I’ll be there in person. I want to know why the hell they let him walk to his car without a clear perimeter.” “They said—” “I don’t care what they said,” I snapped. “This isn’t a goddamn fashion show where people get to make excuses. He’s in a coma because someone got sloppy. We’ll deal with them.” “Yes, boss.”When I slid the phone back into my pocket, I caught Jaden watching me from the doorway. His eyes were dark, like he’d been piecing things together he didn’t want to believe.“You think it was deliberate,” he said flatly.“I know it,” I replied.“And if it was?”“Then whoever sig

“He isn’t my father.” Silence drops. Even my men stiffen. “What?” The masked man snaps. “What the hell is the meaning of this?” He turns. I pull the trigger. Bang. Bullet straight through his skull. He drops instantly. Chaos erupts. Gunfire explodes. My men fire. Their men retaliate. Bullets tear through darkness. Metal rings. Bodies drop. Shouts and smell of blood. Minutes later, heavy silence, lands. My breathing is ragged and fast. My fingers still curled around the trigger. Bodies lie scattered across the docks. Still and dead.

At the center stood a reinforced console, its screens flashing with lines of code. “Looks like we found Elena’s contingency plan,” Drake said, his eyes scanning the room. Suddenly, the sound of clapping filled the air. A man stepped out from the shadows, flanked by a group of armed guards. “Well, well,” the man said, his voice smooth and mocking. “You’ve made it to the heart of the beast. Congratulations.” “Who are you?” Damian demanded, his gun trained on the newcomer. “Just someone who believes in Elena’s vision,” the man replied. “And someone who’s not going to let you undo her work.”

Steel Man’s gaze continued to sweep past the crowd when he said, “Who’s next?” After witnessing his capability, those with strong will to fight initially lowered their heads. They did not have the courage to engage in a fight anymore. They were here for the money and not to get beaten up. “Why, are you scared? I thought y’all were planning on setting up a security company and you’re here to pay us a visit to show obeisance, right? Why are you terrified after such a short period of time? My advice to you is to leave and go back to your mommies.” Steel Man spared no effort in ridiculing them.

"You did not give it to him this morning." "No," I said. "He already had it." "Which means Roland did not send these men in response to my waking up." He paused. "He sent them as part of a plan that was already in motion before last night." The room felt very quiet. "He was never going to let you stay," Damien said. "Waking up just accelerated his timeline." His phone rang. He answered it immediately. "Talk to me." I watched his face while he listened. He gave nothing away, not a flinch, not a blink, just that same focused stillness. Then he said "Keep someone there" and hung up.

He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing my head up. “You think you’re some kind of hero?” I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. He stood. “Solitary,” he ordered. “Forty-five days.” Not again. Murmurs rippled through the cafeteria. One of the guards hesitated. “Sir… he can’t handle that. You’ll kill him.” “Shut it, John. Forty-five days. That’s it.” The edge in his voice shut the man up. Bruce stepped forward. “It wasn’t—”

Only my call interface remained on the screen, without showing who I contacted. I noticed Jack exhale ever so slightly. My fans shouted in frustration, “What is this? Where’s the full video?” “The organizers said the rest is still being repaired. They can only release this part for now.” “But isn’t it strange? If the car malfunctioned, shouldn’t his first instinct have been to save himself? Why would Lewis make a phone call at a moment like that?” “No one could stay that calm in a speeding, out‑of‑control car—unless he had already given up on living.”

I interrupted, pointing my gun at his forehead ready to shoot. “What I care about is taking down anyone who gets in my way.” Suddenly, Leo's men emerged from the shadows, guns blazing. My men returned fire, and the warehouse erupted into chaos. I dove behind a crate, bullets whizzing past my head. "Take cover!" I yelled to my men. Leo's voice rang out above the gunfire. “You'll never take me alive, Alexander!” I peered around the crate, my gun locked on Leo. "We'll see about that," I growled, squeezing the trigger.

Jax moved quicker—he grabbed the bastard’s head and slammed it into the railing—once, twice, a third time—until the man collapsed. Ashley gasped for air. Jax was breathing just as hard, chest rising like he was still fighting invisible enemies. He grabbed her by the waist. His body pressed briefly to hers. “You okay?” he panted. “Yeah,” she whispered. He dug his fingers into her hip. Below them, the fight was shifting. The allied clubs were pushing forward. The Steel Vipers were taking control. But Delgado’s men were still everywhere. A boom exploded at the far end of the pier.