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The Brutal Revenge
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In Blackwood College, power isn’t given, it’s taken. Jones, once a nobody, is determined to rewrite the rules. When he dares to challenge Clinton, the ruthless leader who controls the college with an iron grip, he sparks a brutal war that spirals beyond his imagination. Betrayals lurk in every corner. Friendships shatter. Blood stains the hallways as Jones and Clinton wage a relentless battle for dominance. Lies, deception, and hidden agendas fuel their war, turning allies into enemies and enemies into ghosts. But just when Jones thinks he has won, Clinton proves why he’s a master of survival. His shocking escape from police custody sets the stage for an earth-shattering finale. A final, unpredictable confrontation at the docks leaves both men fighting not just for power, but for their lives. As bullets fly and the past comes crashing down, Jones faces the ultimate question: Can he truly end this war, or will Clinton’s shadow haunt him forever? In this high-stakes tale of revenge, power, and betrayal, one thing is certain, only one will leave Blackwood College alive.
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Chapter 1: The Return of Jones
The towering gates of Blackwood College loomed before Jones as a reminder of his past humiliation. A year ago, he had ruled these grounds, his name whispered with a mix of fear and respect. But all of that had been stripped away the night Clinton and his crew took everything from him. They thought they had buried him. They were wrong. A cold breeze brushed against his face as he stepped forward, his boots pressing against the familiar pavement. His black hoodie concealed most of his face, but it couldn’t hide the fire in his eyes. The moment he crossed the threshold, heads turned. Conversations died. The weight of a hundred stares settled on him. "No way…" "Jones? I thought he was gone for good." "He looks different… colder." Jones barely acknowledged the murmurs. Let them talk. Let them remember. They had stood by when Clinton humiliated him. They had watched him bleed. Now, they would witness his return. He didn’t come back for nostalgia. He came back for war. Hi
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The Brutal Revenge Chapter 39: Mastermind's Gambit
Jones woke up to pain. A dull, throbbing agony that radiated from his ribs, his jaw, his knuckles. His body felt like it had been run over by a truck—no, by Calhoun.But he was alive.Barely.He blinked against the harsh light, his vision swimming. A broken ceiling fan spun lazily above him, the rusted metal groaning with every turn. The air smelled of dust, old leather, and something metallic—blood. His own.A shadow moved beside him.“Jones,” Riley’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You with me?”He turned his head slightly. Riley was crouched beside him, her face streaked with dirt and dried blood. Her eyes, though tired, burned with something fierce. Determination.Across the room, Kayla was pressing a torn cloth to Jace’s shoulder, whispering something he was too weak to respond to. Dre was slumped against a crate, his breathing shallow but steady.They had all barely survived.And Clinton was still out there.Jones exhaled slowly, shifting, forcing himself to sit up de
Last Updated : 2025-03-21The Brutal Revenge Chapter 38: The Unstoppable Monster
Jones’ skull throbbed, his vision blurred as he lay sprawled on the hood of a wrecked car. Blood dripped from his mouth, pooling on the rusted metal. His fingers twitched toward his knife, but his wrist was still numb from Calhoun’s crushing grip.Across the battlefield, his team was barely holding on. Jace was slumped against the ground, barely breathing. Kayla’s body twitched near the wreckage, her rifle lying useless beside her. Dre was on his knees, one arm cradling his ribs. Riley staggered forward, gripping a steel pipe with shaking hands.And towering above them all—Calhoun.The monster rolled his shoulders, the firelight dancing across his broad frame. He wasn’t just a fighter. He was a force of nature. His massive silhouette barely had a scratch from all their attacks.Behind him, leaning against a wrecked car, sipping whiskey as if this were a casual game, was Clinton.The bastard chuckled, swirling his drink. “I have to say, Jones… I expected more.” He took a slow sip, his
Last Updated : 2025-03-21The Brutal Revenge Chapter 37: Relentless Carnage
Jones’ ribs ached with every breath, but pain was the least of his concerns. Blood dripped down his temple, the taste of iron thick on his tongue. Riley clutched her throat, still coughing, her face pale. Jace groaned beside her, holding his side—likely a cracked rib or worse.And Dre…Dre lay motionless for a moment, groaning as he forced himself up, his lip split open. “We’re screwed, man.”Jones gritted his teeth. Not yet.They had barely escaped, but they weren’t done. Not by a long shot.They regrouped in a half-burned warehouse on the outskirts of campus. The air was thick with sweat, gun oil, and desperation. The flickering lights overhead cast long, jagged shadows as Jones paced in front of them.Kayla tightened her grip on her rifle. “We can’t keep running.”“No shit,” Jace muttered, spitting blood onto the floor.Jones turned sharply, his mind racing. “We don’t run. We strategize. Calhoun’s strong, yeah, but he’s not invincible.”Riley’s voice was hoarse. “Didn’t feel that w
Last Updated : 2025-03-21The Brutal Revenge Chapter 36: The Monster Unleashed
The air in Clinton’s office was thick with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the slow, deliberate tapping of Clinton’s fingers against his desk. Victor stood near the window, his broken nose still bruised, eyes scanning the streets below. The war was unfolding, but Clinton had no intention of letting it spiral out of his control. Jones thought he had the upper hand. He was wrong. A low, metallic creak filled the silence as the heavy steel door swung open. Footsteps followed—slow, deliberate, each step landing like a hammer against the floor. Then he stepped into the light. Calhoun. The room seemed to shrink around him. He was a beast of a man—easily seven feet tall, his frame packed with raw muscle, each movement exuding power. His skin was marred with scars, battle-worn from wars no ordinary man could have survived. A black tactical vest clung to his chest, revealing arms thick as tree trunks. His face was a mask of cold efficiency, his eyes hollow pits of v
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Brutal Revenge Chapter 35: Turning the Tide
The air in the alley was thick with tension, the dim streetlights casting jagged shadows against the brick walls. Jones' mind raced, his pulse hammering in his ears. Clinton had anticipated everything. He had played them like pieces on a board, maneuvering them into check.But the game wasn’t over.Jones turned to his crew, his voice low but firm. “We need to hit back—hard and fast. Clinton thinks we’re out of moves. Let’s prove him wrong.”Dre wiped blood from his lip, nodding. “Say the word, man.”“We need a stronghold,” Kayla said, scanning their surroundings. “If we’re out in the open, we’re dead.”Jace’s jaw clenched. “We’ve lost our safe houses. Our contacts. We have nowhere to go.”Jones exhaled sharply, thinking. “We don’t need a safe house. We need a war zone.”Riley frowned. “What does that mean?”Jones’ eyes darkened. “Clinton controls Blackwood because people fear him. We take away that fear—we take away his power.”Kayla crossed her arms. “And how do we do that?”Jones lo
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Brutal Revenge Chapter 34: The Masterstroke
Jones read the note again, his fingers tightening around the edges. The ink was bold, deliberate."Nice try, Jones. But you're not the only one who can play this game. You think you're hunting me? You just walked into my trap. -C"A cold wave of unease washed over him. His crew stood frozen, the weight of the message sinking in. Riley cursed under her breath, Dre clenched his fists, and Jace scanned the shadows beyond their hideout, suddenly feeling exposed."How the hell—?" Kayla started but stopped herself.Jones took a deep breath, steadying his thoughts. They had spent days infiltrating Clinton’s network, planting doubt, twisting alliances. But Clinton had seen through it. Worse—he had played along."We need to leave. Now," Jones ordered.Before anyone could react, the lights flickered, and a deep, mechanical click echoed from the door. The room plunged into darkness.Then came the sound.Tap. Tap. Tap.Footsteps—slow, deliberate—just outside their hideout.Jace reached for his bl
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Brutal Revenge Chapter 33: The Fractured Web
The remnants of Clinton's escape haunted Jones. The message scrawled in blood-red paint—"CHECKMATE? NOT YET."—was a taunt, a challenge that gnawed at his resolve. He knew Clinton's network was vast, with spies, Syndicates, and loyalists embedded throughout Blackwood College. To dismantle it would require precision, cunning, and an unwavering commitment from his crew. In the dimly lit confines of their makeshift headquarters, Jones unfurled a detailed map of Blackwood College. Each mark represented a potential threat, a node in Clinton's intricate web. The room was thick with tension, the weight of their mission pressing down on them. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows over the faces of his most trusted allies, their expressions hardened with the burden they carried. Jones exhaled slowly. "We need to be surgical," he began, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "Clinton's strength lies in his network. We cut off his eyes and ears; we cripple him." Kayla, her face still
Last Updated : 2025-03-20The Brutal Revenge Chapter 32: Phantom Tactics
Smoke and dust still lingered in the ruined war room. Clinton was gone. Jones knew that much, but the question was—how? One second, Clinton had been buried under debris, bloodied, cornered. The next? He’d vanished like a ghost. Jones clenched his fists, frustration simmering beneath his skin. The battle had been his. He had planned every move, every strike, every explosion. Yet, somehow, Clinton had slipped through his fingers. Kayla leaned against a fallen beam, breathing hard, blood streaking her temple. “We had him,” she muttered. “How the hell did he escape?” Jace crouched near a pile of rubble, pressing two fingers to a fallen Syndicate’s neck. No pulse. “He left his own people behind,” he said, wiping his hand against his torn sleeve. “That means one thing.” “He’s ahead of us,” Riley finished, voice grim. Dre kicked over a broken chair, his frustration boiling over. “Man, we keep playing catch-up while that bastard stays five steps ahead.” Jones inhaled sharply, forcing h
Last Updated : 2025-03-19The Brutal Revenge Chapter 31: The Crushing Blow
Blackwood College was falling apart.Smoke billowed through the ruined corridors, filling the air with the acrid scent of burning debris. The echoes of distant gunfire and clashing steel reverberated through the abandoned halls, a haunting reminder that this war was far from over.Jones staggered against a crumbling wall, his breath ragged. Blood still seeped from the knife wound Clinton had left him with, but he was alive. Barely.His body screamed for rest, but he ignored it. He had unfinished business.Dre’s voice crackled in his earpiece. “You’re pushing yourself too hard, man.”Jones wiped the blood from his lips. “Not hard enough.”Kayla crouched beside him, her hands quick as she wrapped gauze around his wound. “You nearly died last time.” Her voice was sharp, edged with barely restrained anger. “Clinton’s stronger than we thought.”Jones clenched his jaw. He remembered the way Clinton toyed with him, the smirk on his face as he twisted that knife into his side. The memory burn
Last Updated : 2025-03-19
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