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Gerald had laughed bitterly.“You wouldn’t understand. Your loyalty blinds you, just like it blinded him.”The words haunted Molly.Was Max truly in the dark about his family’s past?And if so, could she risk showing him the photograph?Hours later, Red Fang returned to the estate, his expression grim.Max met him in the study, where maps and documents were scattered across the desk.“We’ve got a lead on Hargrove,” Red Fang said, dropping a folder on the table.“He’s holed up in a safe house just outside the city. But there’s a problem.”“What kind of problem?” Max asked, already bracing for bad news.“The safe house is under siege,” Red Fang replied.“Elliot’s men found him first. If we don’t move quickly, Hargrove won’t make it out alive.”Max clenched his fists.“Then we move now. Gather the team. We’re bringing him back.”In the estate’s war room, Max outlined the plan to his team.Red Fang would lead the extraction, with Max providing oversight.Emily offered her family’s resourc
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The moonlight barely cut through the dense canopy of trees as Max and his team sped toward the safe house.Inside the lead SUV, Max’s fingers drummed against his thigh, his sharp eyes fixed on the tactical map displayed on the dashboard.“Red Fang,” Max said, his voice calm but commanding.“What’s the situation?”Red Fang, seated beside him, checked his comms.“Outer defenses have been breached. They’ve got advanced equipment—thermal scanners, explosives. This isn’t a smash-and-grab; it’s a full assault.”Max’s jaw tightened. “What about Hargrove?”“No response yet,” Red Fang replied. “If he’s smart, he’s in the panic room.”Emily, leaning forward from the back seat, frowned. “And if he’s not?”Max didn’t answer.The tension in the vehicle was palpable, the sound of the tires on gravel the only noise as they neared their destination.In the dimly lit confines of the panic room, Mr. Hargrove sat hunched over, sweat dripping down his temples.He clutched a tablet displaying encrypted fi
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They moved quickly but cautiously, navigating through overturned furniture and signs of the earlier firefight.Emily scanned the area, her movements fluid and deliberate.Molly trailed behind, her heart pounding as every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of fear through her.Suddenly, a shadow moved in the corner of Max’s vision.He raised his weapon just as Victor Kane stepped into view, his rifle trained on them.“Well, well,” Victor said, his voice calm and taunting.“Max Montgomery. You always seem to show up where you’re least wanted.”“Victor,” Max replied coldly, not lowering his weapon.“Still playing second fiddle, I see.”Victor smirked.“Second fiddle? No, Max. I’m the conductor now. And this symphony ends with you.”Without warning, Victor fired. Max shoved Emily and Molly into cover before diving behind an overturned table.The gunfire was deafening as the two men exchanged shots, their movements sharp and calculated.While Max kept Victor occupied, Emily grabbed Molly
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The beeping of the bomb timer echoed through the crumbling safe house, each shrill tone hammering home the urgency of the moment.Red Fang barked orders over the chaos, his voice sharp and commanding.“Move! Everyone out, now!”Max gritted his teeth as he slung Emily over his shoulder.Blood trickled down her temple, her face pale but her breathing steady.Behind him, Molly clutched the encrypted documents, her knuckles white as she followed closely.“How much time do we have?” Max shouted.“Not enough!” Red Fang snapped, firing a burst from his rifle to cover their retreat.“Ten seconds, maybe less!”The group burst out of the safe house just as the final beep turned into a deafening boom.The force of the explosion threw them forward, the heat searing their skin as debris rained down like a fiery storm.Max hit the ground hard, his body rolling to absorb the impact before everything went black.When Max’s eyes fluttered open, his vision was blurred, and his ears rang from the blast.
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The tension in the room was suffocating. Gerald’s hand shook slightly as he held the gun to Emily’s temple, but his expression was cold and determined.Emily’s eyes were wide with fear, yet her lips remained pressed in a firm line.“Hand over the documents, Max,” Gerald demanded, his voice steady but edged with bitterness.“Or I’ll put a bullet in her head.”Molly clutched the encrypted tablet tightly, her knuckles white.“Gerald, how can you do this? You’re family!”“Family?” Gerald scoffed, his laugh harsh and hollow.“That’s rich, coming from someone who’s been here for five minutes. You don’t know what this family is like.”Max stepped forward slowly, his hands raised in a gesture of peace.“Gerald, put the gun down. We can talk about this.”“There’s nothing to talk about!” Gerald barked, his voice rising.“You don’t understand, Max. You’ve always had everything handed to you. Power, respect, trust. And what did I get? Cast aside by our grandfather. Years of loyalty, and he gives
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The Montgomery estate was shrouded in tension. Max stormed into his grandfather’s study, his mind swirling with Gerald’s accusations.Theodore Montgomery sat behind his massive oak desk, flipping through a folder with deliberate calmness as though nothing was amiss.“Grandfather,” Max began, his voice sharp.“We need to talk.”Theodore looked up, his piercing blue eyes narrowing.“This is about Gerald, isn’t it?”Max slammed his hands on the desk.“Yes, and what he said about my father. He claimed Elliot knows the truth. What truth? What aren’t you telling me?”Theodore’s expression hardened, and he leaned back in his chair.“Max, this is neither the time nor the place to dig up old wounds.”“That’s not good enough,” Max snapped.“Gerald said you destroyed him, and now he’s working with Elliot to dismantle our family. If there’s something I need to know, you owe me the truth.”Theodore’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t respond.“Why are you protecting him?” Max demanded.“What happened be
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Later that evening, Max checked in on Emily, who was resting in one of the estate’s guest rooms. She was propped up on a pile of pillows, a soft blanket draped over her, but the color had returned to her cheeks.“You shouldn’t be walking around,” Max said, leaning against the doorframe.Emily smiled faintly.“And you shouldn’t be carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.”He stepped inside, taking a seat beside her bed. “You scared me back there.”“I’m fine,” she assured him.“Thanks to you.”Their eyes met, and for a moment, the chaos of the outside world seemed to fade. Emily reached out, her fingers brushing against his.“You’ve been through so much, Max. More than anyone should have to handle. And yet, you keep fighting. I don’t know how you do it.”He looked away, his voice low.“Sometimes, I don’t either.”Emily squeezed his hand. “Just know you don’t have to do it alone.”Her words lingered in his mind long after he left her room.Meanwhile, Molly sat alone in the est
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In a dimly lit penthouse overlooking the city, Elliot paced back and forth, his frustration palpable.Victor Kane sat on a leather couch nursing his injuries, while Razor leaned casually against a window, his smirk betraying his excitement.“Gerald was supposed to be the key,” Elliot snapped, slamming his fist on a table.“Now he’s in their custody, spilling everything.”Victor leaned forward, his voice calm but deadly.“If he talks, it’s only a matter of time before they piece together your next moves.”“Which is why we strike first,” Elliot growled, his eyes blazing.“The Montgomery family has been untouchable for too long, but their arrogance is their weakness. We don’t just attack their defenses—we dismantle their empire from the inside out.”Razor chuckled, twirling a blade in his fingers.“And let me guess—you’ve got a plan?”Elliot smirked, his confidence returning.“Of course. We go after their public image and financial stability. By the time I’m done, the Montgomery name wil
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The bunker’s silence was suffocating.Max’s fingers hovered over the button, every muscle in his body screaming for him to end this.One press.One moment.Elliot’s empire—gone.Emily, bruised and breathless, rushed into the chamber first, Red Fang and Molly behind her.“Max!” she gasped, eyes darting between him and Elliot. “Do it. End this.”Red Fang, ever the pragmatist, cocked his gun. “Push the damn button, boss.”Molly’s gaze flickered to the mainframe. “We don’t even know what wiping it will trigger.”Max knew that.That’s why he wasn’t pressing it.Something wasn’t right.Elliot, bloody but smirking, watched him carefully.“You hesitate,” he murmured. “Smart.”Emily’s breath hitched. “Max, don’t listen to him.”Elliot’s smirk widened.“You think I built this entire empire just for it to collapse with me?” His bruised fingers tapped the device in his palm. “Go ahead. Destroy it. But you won’t be stopping anything.”Max’s grip tightened.“Then what am I stopping?”Elliot chuckle
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The bunker loomed before them, half-buried beneath ice and reinforced steel. The frozen wind howled across the tundra, but Max barely felt it.He could only see one thing.The entrance to Project Nemesis.Red Fang, Emily, and Orlov’s strike team flanked him. The Russian general’s men were hardened operatives, armed to the teeth.“Thermal scans show minimal movement inside,” Molly reported through the comms. “But that’s impossible. Elliot wouldn’t leave this place unguarded.”Max’s jaw tightened.“He’s waiting.”Emily’s hand hovered over her gun.“So what’s the play?”Max stepped forward.“No more tricks,” he said. “I go in alone.”The bunker’s inner doors slid open, revealing a massive, circular chamber bathed in dim, blue light.And at its center—Elliot.Standing alone, dressed in a black combat shirt, his expression calm.Waiting.“You made it,” Elliot said smoothly. “Was starting to think you’d given up.”Max stepped forward, muscles coiled.“No more games.”Elliot smirked.“No. J
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Max’s eyelids cracked open, and the first thing he felt was pain.His wrists were bound.His head throbbed.His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, the frigid air burning his lungs.The room was concrete and steel, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb.A black site.Siberia.He flexed his fingers, feeling the bite of handcuffs against his skin.Across from him, Emily and Red Fang sat in matching restraints, their eyes flicking toward him as he stirred.Emily’s lip was split. Red Fang’s knuckles were bruised.Max let out a slow, steady breath.Elliot had planned for this.And now?Now they were in his trap.The heavy door groaned open.A man strode in—tall, broad, and radiating pure military authority.General Dmitri Orlov.His icy blue eyes swept over them, calculating, judging.He stopped before Max, arms crossed.“I should execute you where you sit,” Orlov said in flawless English.Max didn’t flinch.“You’d be making a mistake.”Orlov’s expression didn’t change.“You are Maxwell
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Max’s hands shook as he stared at the blinking red display on Emily’s chest.0:59He swallowed, forcing his mind to slow down.“Emily, don’t move,” he said, his voice tight.She held her breath. “Wasn’t planning to.”The bomb’s wiring was intricate, laced with a failsafe mechanism designed to detonate if tampered with incorrectly.0:45Molly’s voice crackled through the earpiece.“Max, I’m in the system—there’s a wireless detonation trigger, but I can’t hack it remotely. You have to disable it manually.”Red Fang’s tone was grim. “How much time?”Max exhaled shakily. “Not enough.”0:30His fingers moved with surgical precision, tracing the primary detonation circuit. One wrong move, and Emily would—No.Focus.Emily’s eyes locked on his. “Max.”0:15“Almost there,” he muttered.0:10Max found the kill switch—but it was wired to a secondary charge.Damn it.He had one chance.One cut.He sliced through the wire.0:03The countdown stopped.A sharp, piercing silence filled the room.Emi
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The skyline of Dubai gleamed under the desert moon, an empire of glass and steel stretching toward the heavens.At its peak stood the Desert Crown, a private skyscraper Elliot had turned into his personal fortress.Tonight, Max was walking straight into it.Max adjusted his collar, stepping out of the sleek black car that had been provided for him.No weapons.No backup.No second chances.Elliot had made that clear.The building’s penthouse elevator was already waiting.Red Fang’s voice crackled through the hidden earpiece.“You sure about this, boss?”Max stepped inside.“No.”The elevator doors sealed shut, carrying him into the lion’s den.The penthouse was a study in excess. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering skyline, the city pulsing with unmatched wealth and power.And at the center of it all—Elliot.Sitting in a high-backed chair, dressed in a custom black suit, a drink in hand, smirking like he’d already won.Emily was nowhere to be seen.Max’s fists clenched.
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The screen on Viktor’s phone lit up.A live news broadcast.Max turned his head slightly—and felt his blood go cold.His own face flashed across the screen.BREAKING NEWS:“Interpol confirms Maxwell Montgomery is in possession of a classified bioweapon. Global alert issued. Immediate capture or termination authorized.”Max’s heartbeat thundered.No.Elliot’s voice hummed through the line.“You see, Max… while you were busy looking for me?”The smirk was almost audible.“I made the world believe you’re the real threat.”Viktor gave him a mocking shrug.“Sorry, Max. It’s just business.”Gunfire roared through the abandoned warehouse, bullets sparking off rusted steel beams as Max dove for cover behind a stack of shipping crates. The acrid stench of gunpowder filled the air, mingling with the heavy scent of betrayal.Red Fang was already firing back, his rifle barking as he clipped one of Viktor’s men.But it wasn’t enough.They were outnumbered.And worse—Emily was gone.“Max, we gotta
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The abandoned warehouse smelled of gun oil and damp concrete.Max stood in the shadows, his eyes scanning every darkened corner. He knew better than to trust anyone in Elliot’s world—especially a man like Viktor Kazan.Viktor wasn’t just a weapons dealer. He was a kingmaker, supplying warlords, rogue states, and intelligence agencies with the tools to rewrite power structures.And now, Max needed him.Red Fang, standing beside him, kept his hand resting near his holster. Just in case.“I don’t like this,” Red Fang muttered.Max’s jaw clenched.“Neither do I.”A rusted door groaned open, and Viktor Kazan entered.He was a hulking man, dressed in a long military coat, his bald head gleaming under the dim warehouse lights. A scar ran from his temple to his jawline, a reminder of how many people had tried—and failed—to kill him.Behind him, two bodyguards followed, their expressions cold and unreadable.Viktor stopped a few feet away from Max, lighting a cigar.“You have some nerve, Montg
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Max sat in the dimly lit safe house, staring at the flickering monitor in front of him. The screen was filled with news reports, security alerts, and live footage of military convoys moving through major cities.Every government agency. Every intelligence network. Every law enforcement unit in the world.They were all looking for one man.Him.“Maxwell Montgomery is now the world’s most wanted fugitive,” the news anchor declared. “Following an attack on an Interpol cyber facility in Singapore, he has been officially classified as a global terrorist—”Max clicked the screen off.His jaw clenched.Elliot had played him perfectly.Red Fang paced the length of the room, his expression unreadable.“We can’t stay here,” he said. “Not for long.”Emily sat cross-legged on the couch, arms folded tightly against her chest. Her eyes flicked to the closed blinds.“The moment we step out, we’re dead,” she muttered. “Every security camera, every border checkpoint—hell, even private contractors will
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Max stood over Molly’s terminal, eyes scanning the empty data feeds. The endless networks, the financial grids, the black-market communication lines—Elliot had wiped them clean.His name was nowhere.His digital footprint, nonexistent.Max’s jaw tightened.Molly cursed under her breath, fingers flying over the keyboard. “This isn’t just some rich guy going off-grid—this is a complete system-level erasure.”Red Fang leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression grim. “It’s like he was never even here.”Emily stood near the window, arms folded. Her gaze was distant, calculating.“He knew we’d come for him,” she murmured. “He’s already three steps ahead.”Max’s chest burned with frustration.Elliot hadn’t just vanished.He had left nothing behind.No shell companies.No offshore accounts.No former contacts willing to speak his name.It was as if he had rewritten the world to forget him.But Max knew better.Elliot wasn’t hiding. He was waiting.A New Power RisesRed Fang’s
