Ransom Clean Novels & Stories

I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling, knuckles burning, face throbbing. Mateo doesn’t look much better. Split lip, one eye already starting to swell… and he’s still smiling. Idiot. “Fucking psycho,” he spits. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you.” I shrug off the hands holding me, ready to go again. “Shut up.” He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, not taking his eyes off me. “It’s not your business,” he adds. “It never was.”

The man on the other end has a calm, aristocratic voice that I can imagine belongs to a sophisticated butler. “Miss Reyes? Are you still with us?” “Uh… right. Are you really offering twenty thousand dollars for cleaning services?” “Of course. In fact, we’re willing to pay fifteen thousand dollars up front.” He could be a scammer, but twenty grand sounds so freaking tempting. The main issue is that I’m desperate. I have barely twenty four hours to return the money I took from Montessori finance. If the devil waved a dollar bill at me right now, I would take it in a heartbeat then deal with the consequences later.

"What do you mean?" "The 'Format' wasn't the end," the woman said. "In three chapters, they will send a **Cleaner**. It’s not a person. It’s a sub-routine designed to wipe the physical disk. It will turn this entire drive into heat and light until there isn't a single bit of data left." She looked at me, her hollow eyes full of a terrifying desperation. "You have three chapters to find the **Master-Key**," she said. "The one the Librarian was really hiding. If you don't find it, 'Isolation' will just be your grave."

He settles me on the couch. "Listen, I didn't tell you something that happened yesterday. I got a call from the blackmailer- with the robotic voice. They identified themselves as Catgirl. Said they installed corruption code to wipe out all of SeCure's backup data. Told me to transfer five hundred million dollar by midnight tonight if I want it back. I sit up straight. "Tell me you have the information backed up somewhere else." Of course he does. He's Jackson King, genius of cyber security.

“Wait…Richard’s name is on the funding stream.” Maddox didn’t answer right away. His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, tapping commands, opening more files like he was peeling layers off something rotted underneath. “Ramon,” he muttered, “this isn’t just about random attacks. It’s calculated. Coordinated. Like dominoes.” I leaned closer. “What else did you find?” He pulled up another file, this one a black screen with scrolling code. “It’s encrypted. But I managed to crack some parts. You would really want to see this.”

The sound made me jump. "He knows nothing," Lucian gritted out. "He’s a freelancer. A pawn." "What about the payment?" I asked. "Can we trace the transfer?" "We're trying," Rylan said, stepping up beside us with a tablet in hand. He looked exhausted. "The funds were routed through a cryptocurrency tumbler. By the time we untangle the blockchain, the trail will be colder than ice." "It’s professional," Nikolai said from the corner. "Clean. No loose ends."

Every time I moved, his eyes followed. "What?" I said finally. "Nothing," he said. "You keep staring." "I keep watching," he said. "There is a difference." I did not answer that. I looked away first. I am not sure why. Fen came in forty minutes later. He set his laptop on the main table and turned the screen toward us. "Clean," he said. "No malware. No tracker. No kill switch. Whoever sent this did not want it destroyed. They wanted it read."

He just couldn't think straight anymore. ****** Some hours later, he finally decided to pay the ransom money. That was all he had! But at least his reputation wouldn't be ruined right? ***** 30 minutes later He saw another message and after hesitating for a while, opened it. It read: " Dear perv, I see you care about your image. But that was payment for old cases of wanking. You masturbated today. It's even fresher and juicier. I will send it to many places. What do you think?

I looked up at him and said “Thank you” “Sir, please contact the client he has been trying to reach for many days” he informed me. I shook my head in a yes “Don’t worry. That I can handle and notify everyone I won’t be around for few days” Sam also informed “oh yes, Manvi mam had said all the rituals will be happening at her place” I was perplexed hearing him and questioned “why?” “I don’t know Sir, I am just following her orders. I have managed to send away the media so that we get time to leave for her home..” he said while I moved to the window and noticed the entrance of the gate had only a security guard.

I would need to do cleansing rituals for myself, but it might help our progress before one of the other packs makes a move against the new king. Ransom went over many strategies and plans of attack when we first thought Elbrus would take me unwillingly. Although I never told Ransom that Elbrus was Alpha Lobo. I gather my strength and charge him, I make a half hearted attempt at a rib shot, and he takes me down as I expect, but I have my opening. I clamp down on the exposed skin of his arms with both hands. Faint little static shocks travel through my hands, through my whole body. As I pull at the darkness, the shocks intensify, but they actually get more pleasurable.