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CHAPTER 641
Marek’s grin turned sharp and jagged as his hand openly gripped the hilt of his blade.“Now that is a plan I can follow,” he rumbled, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “After you, Young Master.”Inside, relief surged through him.For hours, Thomas’s cautious logistics and Albert’s digital hand-holding had felt like wearing a suit two sizes too small. To Marek, safety was secondary; effectiveness was everything. He’d been waiting for Tedmond to stop playing the obedient student and start acting like the predator he’d trained him to be.The safe route was for men who feared the dark. This raw, improvised chaos was where real power was tested. He was glad the boy had finally stopped listening to the voices in his ear and started listening to the pulse in his veins.Tedmond paused, gaze shifting to Marek. He noticed the change immediately: the loosened shoulders, the lethal joy dancing in the older man’s eyes. Not for the first time, he wondered how many risks Marek had taken to gr
CHAPTER 640
Tedmond studied the door, brows furrowing.The lock, a heavy biometric mag-lock, looked more suited for a vault than a kitchen entrance.Its cold, clinical surface reflected a flash of his own face for a moment.He glanced at his rough, calloused knuckles, then back at the high-tech mechanism.Five years ago, he might have waited for a locksmith or searched for a key.Now, his first thought was brute force: how many pounds of pressure to rip the frame from the stone, or where the wiring hid behind the plate so he could short it with a blade.He wasn’t just a scholar anymore; every object in the world was either a tool or an obstacle.‘Is she behind a lock like this?’ The thought hit his gut with a sharp pang of anticipation. ‘Does she hear the wind out here? Does she know I’m standing on the other side of the wall?’He pushed the feeling down. Thinking too much made you slow. Slow got you dead."Thomas," Tedmond whispered, low and controlled. "The lock, it’s a Grade 5 biometric. Can
CHAPTER 639
The rock was cold, not just chilly, but the kind of deep, biting frost that felt as though it were trying to fuse Tedmond’s skin to the slate.He reached up, his rough fingers finding a ledge barely wider than a credit card. He hauled himself upward, muscles screaming in a rhythmic, dull ache he had long since learned to find comfort in.Beside him, Marek climbed with the terrifying fluidity of a mountain lion. The man didn’t seem to use his hands so much as simply will himself higher.“You know,” Marek whispered, his voice hitching slightly as he jammed a boot into a vertical crack, “if you’d just bought a helicopter like a normal billionaire, we’d be having a drink on that balcony by now.”Tedmond grunted, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple despite the freezing wind.“A helicopter has a signature, Marek. And I’m not ‘normal’... you made sure of that. Besides, it would draw too much attention. I don’t want anything that could expose my identity or give them a reason to hide he
CHAPTER 638
Tedmond’s hands stopped.The silence in the cabin grew heavy, suffocating.He didn’t look up immediately. Slowly, he slid the magazine into his sidearm, a sharp, final clack before lifting his head.“You think this is about the result, Thomas?” Tedmond’s voice was low, vibrating with a settled, dangerous conviction. “That I spent five years turning my body into a weapon just to let another man pull the trigger?”He leaned over the table, his rough, calloused palms flat against the maps of the villa.“If money could have brought her back, she would’ve been home twenty years ago. If power alone were enough, my father wouldn’t be in a grave, and she wouldn’t be in a cage.” His eyes locked onto Thomas’s with a fierce, unbreakable light.“Some things in this world aren’t solved with a checkbook. They’re solved by the person who carries the weight of the debt.”He straightened, his silhouette casting a long shadow against the cabin walls.“It’s my mother, Thomas. Every bruise Marek gave me
CHAPTER 637
The drive into the jagged heart of the mountains ended at a secluded tactical base, hidden within a natural amphitheater of towering stone.As the SUV rolled to a stop and the engine cut out, the silence was absolute, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal.Tedmond was the first to step out.The air was frigid, sharp with the taste of pine and ancient snow.He walked to the edge of the clearing and looked out.From this height, the valley below lay bathed in the amethyst glow of twilight.A thin veil of mist clung to the treetops like spun silk, and the surrounding peaks were painted in strokes of gold and deep violet by the dying sun.To Tedmond, it was breathtaking.It felt as though the world were holding its breath, offering a moment of untainted peace before he descended into fire.“It’s beautiful,” Tedmond murmured, his eyes reflecting the vast, quiet expanse. “Hard to believe something so ugly is hiding in a place like this.”Marek stepped out beside him, gravel crunching
CHAPTER 636
Just as he said, “lock the estate down,” a loud, exaggerated “Ewww!” echoed from the staircase.The group turned as one.At the bottom of the steps stood Bianca. At ten, she was no longer the tiny toddler who smuggled chocolate bars through crawlspaces.She had grown into a leggy, sharp-featured girl with the same defiant spark in her eyes that Tedmond carried. She wore an oversized hoodie and headphones, observing the display of affection with pure, unadulterated middle-school disgust.“Seriously?” Bianca groaned, folding her arms. “The world is ending, Thomas is hyperventilating in the van, and you two are doing… that? In the living room?”Tedmond’s tactical mask didn’t just slide; it shattered.A genuine, lopsided smile curved his lips. For a moment, he was no trained killer or corporate titan. He softened, stepping away from Persis with open arms, an invitation for the hug she always gave after a long trip.“Come here, you brat,” he said warmly.Bianca didn’t run. She didn’t ev
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