Chapter 380Denver stepped out into the cool night air, where Jack stood leaning against the rail in the open space outside the bunker.The faint glow of a cigarette hung between Jack’s fingers, casting small embers that flickered in the dark. He was wearing a plain white singlet, his muscles tense, his face hardened as he exhaled a plume of smoke into the night. Jack’s sharp eyes caught Denver approaching, and he raised an eyebrow.“What now?” Jack muttered, flicking ash off the end of his cigarette.Denver hesitated for a moment but decided to press on. “Ben called me.”Jack’s expression shifted, his glare tightening. He turned to fully face Denver, letting the cigarette dangle from his lips. “You still have that bastard’s number? Are you sick in the head? Wasn’t he the one who said he was no longer interested in this job? He walked out on us, Denver.”Ken, who was nearby sorting some supplies into a duffel bag, paused and glanced up. “Ben? That spineless idiot? Forget him. He’s no

Chapter 382Williams stayed by the window for a moment longer, watching as the city lights glimmered far below. The room was quiet now, save for the muffled sounds of Kane, Tom, and Dorian preparing their gear in the adjacent suite.He could hear the occasional murmur of conversation and the soft clicks of latches and locks being secured. He let out a slow breath, his mind racing with possibilities. This plan had to work. It wasn’t just about Charles—it was about keeping control of the entire operation.In the next room, Tom zipped up a black duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. “So, what do you think the odds are?” he asked, turning to Dorian, who was meticulously checking the lock on a sleek case containing the sedative vials.Dorian glanced up, his expression impassive. “Odds for what?”Tom leaned against the table, smirking. “That Jaxon gives us trouble. You know, kicks and screams, makes a scene. Kid like him probably thinks he’s invincible.”“Doesn’t matter what he thinks,

Chapter 384The area was quiet, save for the hum of a vending machine and the faint rumble of a distant engine. His grip tightened on the cart, the unconscious Jaxon strapped beneath the innocuous tray of drinks and snacks.“Clear,” Dorian whispered, motioning to Tom and Kane. They wheeled the cart forward, their movements careful but quick, boots scuffing lightly against the concrete floor.The SUV sat idling just close to the garage's exit, the exhaust curling like smoke in the chilly night air. Williams was behind the wheel, his silhouette faintly illuminated by the dashboard’s glow. The faint thrum of the engine filled the air as they approached.Dorian moved to the back of the SUV and opened the rear hatch, revealing a compartment lined with padded tarps. The trio worked efficiently, lifting Jaxon’s limp body from the cart and maneuvering him into the space. His head lolled to one side, his chest rising and falling steadily under the sedative’s effect.“Strap him in,” Kane ordere

Chapter 386An hour passed before the heavy, metallic door creaked open again. Jaxon’s head snapped up, his body stiff from hours of being tied to the chair. The dim light of the room seemed brighter after the isolation, and he squinted as three figures entered. It was clear that the men had left to report to Williams, most likely to inform him that Jaxon was now awake. There was no other reason for their hasty departure. They would undoubtedly update him on the current situation, explaining that Jaxon had regained consciousness and was now aware of his predicament.The previous day, when they delivered Jaxon to the safe house, he made it clear that his involvement would be limited. He had insisted on leaving before Jaxon could lay eyes on him, as it was crucial that Jaxon remained unaware of his identity. The entire operation relied on maintaining this layer of anonymity, and he wasn’t willing to risk jeopardizing that.With that in mind, he left the situation entirely in their han

Chapter 388The door slammed shut behind Kane, leaving Dorian and Tom alone with Jaxon in the dimly lit room. The faint smell of sweat and mildew clung to the air as Dorian moved with a calculated calm, his boots echoing against the concrete floor.Dorian approached the table at the corner of the room, where the array of sharp, gleaming tools lay neatly arranged. Without a word, he picked up a pair of pliers and inspected them, their metallic sheen catching the faint light.Jaxon’s eyes widened as he realized what was coming. His breathing quickened, and he began to thrash against the ropes. “Wait, wait, wait!” he stammered, his voice cracking with desperation.Dorian turned, his face impassive. “You think we’re playing games here?” he said, his voice low and cold. “You think this is some kind of negotiation?”Tom leaned casually against the wall, munching on the apple he’d brought in, watching the scene unfold with detached interest. “I don’t know anything!” Jaxon shouted, his voice