Novels by Investor

The wind howled through the dense thicket, rustling the overgrown shrubs that concealed the entrance to Jett’s hideout. He moved swiftly through the darkness, his breath steady despite the chaos raging inside his mind. The meeting had gone south. He had signed a deal with the Crocs—one he had no choice but to accept. They had set him free after his capture, but at a cost. Now, he was bound to a contract that turned his skills against the very people he once sought to protect. He had never been a saint, but at least he had wielded his knowledge on his own terms. Now, his will was no longer his own.He reached the mouth of the cave, crouching behind a thick trunk, scanning the surroundings. He never entered without ensuring he wasn’t followed. The Crocs had him in their grip, and he knew better than to underestimate their reach. The cave was well hidden, deep in the forest where few dared to venture. Wild vines snaked over its rocky exterior, masking the entrance like nature’s own fortr

The blaring horn of a truck shattered the quiet of the hidden apartment complex, sending a ripple of tension through Walker’s chest. His grip on the bottle he was holding tightened instinctively. His hidden apartment was not the kind of place where people paid casual visits. He stood, moving toward the window, and peered out through the blinds.Svet.The old truck driver climbed down from his truck, a large box in his hands. A gift. Walker didn’t move at first. He just stood there, watching. There was something about Svet that never sat right with him. He had saved Walker’s wife in a moment of crisis, and for that, Walker was grateful. But ever since then, Svet had been lingering too close, weaving himself into their lives. Walker had been trained to be cautious, and something about the man didn’t add up.The way Svet had pulled rank at the Daad Intercontinental Supermarket had been unsettling. One moment, a manager was embarrassing Walker, the next, Svet had shut her down with a few

The cab ride home was silent, the only sounds coming from the city as it blurred past the windows. Oscar leaned against the seat, his face pale from the blood loss. His wife, seated beside him, reached for his hand, her grip firm yet trembling. She didn’t say a word, but the worry in her eyes spoke volumes.When they arrived, she helped him out of the car, her movements swift but cautious. His legs nearly buckled beneath him, and he gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain as she supported him toward the house. The Bolt driver waited as she guided Oscar through the door before hurrying back to the car. She had to retrieve the vehicle she had left at the mall to throw off any potential followers. Their movements were calculated, deliberate. They couldn’t afford mistakes.Oscar staggered inside, his breath shallow as he made it to their bedroom. His wife helped him ease onto the bed, carefully positioning him against the pillows. Every inch of his body ached, the pain radiating from

Walker stepped out of the hospital with Elizabeth by his side, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. The air outside was cool, a welcome contrast to the stifling, antiseptic scent of the hospital corridors he had been trapped in for two days. His wife had given birth, but complications had delayed their discharge. The past forty-eight hours had been a blur of worry, sleepless nights, and hushed conversations with doctors.Walker had barely slept, his rest shallow and uneasy—like that of a security dog on duty. One eye closed, the other open, always alert. Elizabeth had pleaded with him to rest."Walker, please. Just three hours. I'll be fine. The nurses are here. The baby is safe."But he had shaken his head, exhaustion heavy in his bones. "I can't, Liz. I need to be here. What if something happens? I won't forgive myself.""And what if you collapse? What good will that do?" she had argued, frustration edging her voice. "I need you strong, not running on fumes."But he had

The car screeched to a halt. Jett barely felt the force of the stop—his body was too battered, too numb to register anything but exhaustion. The doors unlocked with a mechanical click, and one of the men in the front seat turned around, his cold, dead eyes drilling into Jett’s.“Get out.”Jett didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed the door open, dragging himself onto the pavement, his legs wobbling beneath him. He felt the weight of eyes on his back as he staggered forward, nearly falling but catching himself at the last moment. The car didn’t linger. It roared off into the night, leaving behind nothing but the acrid smell of burning rubber.He forced himself toward his apartment, each step a reminder of what he had just survived. His ribs jutted out beneath his torn shirt—he hadn't eaten real food in days. His body was an empty shell, but his mind… his mind was a storm.Jett fumbled with the key, his fingers trembling as he jammed it into the lock. The door creaked open, and he all

Walker stepped out of the supermarket, his arms laden with the items he had picked up for his wife in the hospital. The revolving glass doors whispered shut behind him as the cool evening breeze brushed against his face. He still couldn't wrap his head around the turn of events—one moment, he was just another customer; the next, he was humiliated, then compensated, and now, walking away with unpaid-for goods. It didn’t sit right with him, but Svet had insisted.Just as he exhaled, trying to clear his thoughts, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. A feeling of unease crept up his spine. Someone was following him.He stopped and turned.There she was.The same woman who had falsely accused him earlier, standing a short distance away, hands trembling, rubbing them together in a nervous plea. Her lips quivered, and tears streamed down her face.Walker’s expression darkened. His fingers clenched around the grocery bag."You again?" His voice was cold, edged with suspicion. "If you’re her