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The Brutal Revenge Chapter 24: Bound but Unbowed
Blinding pain ripped through Jones’s skull as he hit the cold, bloodstained floor of the administration building. His vision blurred, and a ringing in his ears from the explosion still lingered. But he had no time to recover. The Syndicates were on him before he could move. A boot crashed into his ribs—hard. Jones gritted his teeth, refusing to make a sound. Another strike, this time to his back. The world twisted in pain, but he didn't fall apart. He wouldn't. They wanted him broken. They wanted him weak. Not happening. The Beating Continues "Hold him down!" one of them barked. Hands grabbed him, forcing his arms behind him. He struggled, muscles burning, but there were too many. A fist slammed into his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Jones gasped, vision darkening, but he didn't stop fighting. "Stubborn bastard," another voice sneered. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" A sharp punch to his jaw sent his head snapping to the side. Blood filled his mouth
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 25: Bound in Blood
Jones barely had time to gather his breath before the door slammed open. The Syndicates poured in like a wave of brutality, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Heavy boots thundered against the floor as they surrounded him, their presence suffocating. The dim overhead light flickered, casting long, shifting shadows on the bloodstained floor. Jones knew what was coming. But he wouldn’t beg. He wouldn’t plead. He had survived hell before. This was just another storm to endure. A fist drove into his gut, sharp and punishing, knocking the air from his lungs. His body lurched forward, but the ropes around his wrists and legs kept him anchored to the chair. Another hit. This time to his already bruised ribs. Pain flared like fire. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing against the onslaught. Clinton stood near the wall, arms crossed, his smirk widening as Jones struggled. "You really are predictable," Clinton murmured. "Always playing the tough guy." A Syndicate memb
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 26: The Trap Within
Jones’s body ached like hell. Every breath felt like a knife stabbing through his ribs, but he didn’t have the luxury of weakness. His wrists were raw from the ropes cutting into them, his muscles tight from being bound too long.Kayla sat slumped beside him, her breathing shallow. He wasn’t sure if she was barely conscious or just conserving energy. Her left eye was swollen shut, dried blood crusting along her brow.Jones flexed his fingers, subtly testing the knots. The Syndicates had tied them tight—whoever did it knew their way around restraints. But there was always a weakness. Always a way out.They didn’t have time.The Syndicates would be back soon.Jones shifted his wrists, feeling the rope rub against his skin. The fibers dug deep, but the movement created the slightest slack. He just needed a little more.Kayla stirred, her voice hoarse. “You have a plan?”Jones smirked despite the pain. “Yeah. It’s called ‘get out of this damn chair before they come back.’”She let out a w
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 27: The Fall Before the Rise
The tension in the air was razor-sharp as the crew gathered in the shadows behind the abandoned lecture hall. Blackwood College had always been a battlefield, but tonight, it felt like a graveyard.Dre clenched his fists, his knuckles still raw from the last brawl. He could feel the phantom sting of every fight they’d endured, every punch thrown in the name of survival. But this wasn’t about survival anymore. It was about vengeance."Jones and Kayla have been gone too long," he muttered, his voice like gravel."Clinton’s got them," Riley said grimly, pulling a knife from her boot. The blade glinted under the dim campus light, an extension of her rage. "And if we wait any longer, we’ll be pulling bodies out of that place instead of rescuing them."No one disagreed. The Syndicates weren’t known for keeping prisoners alive. If they had Jones and Kayla, it meant one thing—they were bleeding them out for sport.Jace tightened the strap on his brass knuckles, eyes locked on the darkened win
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 28: The Blood Price
The night air was thick with tension, the weight of their previous failure pressing down on them like an iron vice. Dre, Jace, and Riley had barely recovered, but there was no time to heal. Jones was still inside. Kayla was still inside. And they weren’t leaving without them.The crew moved in silence through the shadows of Blackwood College, their bodies aching from Clinton’s merciless beating. Every bruise, every cut was a reminder of the Syndicates’ dominance. But they weren’t here to be reminded.They were here to rewrite the story.Jace adjusted his grip on his crowbar. Not this time. “We’re not making the same mistake,” he muttered. “We go in smart.”Dre’s face was stone. “No tunnels. We hit them straight from the front. Fast. No time for them to set a trap.”Riley exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders. “Let’s get it done.”But what they didn’t know was that Clinton had already anticipated their return.He was waiting.The Syndicates’ hideout loomed ahead, a crumbling structure
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 29: The Unchained Reckoning
The silence after Kayla’s scream was deafening. It wasn’t just pain—it was a warning. A call for help. Dre gritted his teeth, his body screaming in protest as he forced himself to his feet. Jace was right behind him, holding his ribs, and Riley wiped the blood from her mouth, her breathing heavy but steady. They weren’t done. They couldn’t be. “We need a plan,” Riley said, voice sharp despite her exhaustion. Jace wiped sweat from his brow. “We can’t rush in like last time. We’re playing into his hands.” Dre’s eyes burned with fury, but he nodded. “Then we outthink him.” For the next few minutes, they whispered—crafting something fast, something desperate, something Clinton wouldn’t see coming. The room they were trapped in had a single vent, just big enough for Riley to squeeze through. It led to the upper halls of Blackwood College, where the Syndicates had turned classrooms into torture chambers. She’d go first. Find a weapon. And when she gave the signal, they’d strike.
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 30: The Art of War
The air in Blackwood College was thick with the scent of smoke and blood. The remnants of the battle clung to the walls like scars—proof that this war was far from over.Jones leaned against a cracked desk in the abandoned lecture hall, his ribs screaming with every breath. Kayla sat across from him, pressing a cold compress against a forming bruise on her jaw. Dre, pacing like a caged animal, clenched and unclenched his fists, while Riley and Jace leaned over a scavenged map of the college.They had survived.But survival wasn’t enough.Not anymore.“We can’t let Clinton dictate the next move,” Jones said, his voice hoarse but determined.Dre’s jaw was tight. “He’s already planning his counterattack. You saw him—he wasn’t surprised by what we did. He let us walk away.”Jace gritted his teeth. “Because he wanted to. Not because he had to.”A grim silence settled over them. It was the truth none of them wanted to say. Clinton still had the upper hand.Riley exhaled sharply. “Then we ne
The 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
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Chapter 58: Trapped in the Shadows
Jones’ breath came in sharp, controlled inhales as he scanned the hallway. The walls were smeared with old graffiti, the floor littered with shattered glass, broken furniture, and the remnants of past battles. But none of that mattered.Lexi was gone.And Clinton had taken her.A slow rage burned in Jones’ chest, hotter than ever before. His fingers curled into fists as his team gathered around him, their expressions hardened by the weight of the fight ahead.Victor, blood smeared across his cheek from their last skirmish, was already cracking his knuckles, his body tense and ready. Jasmine clenched the hilt of her knife, her usual smirk gone, replaced by a deadly focus. Mike flexed his fingers around a length of chain, his knuckles white from the grip.None of them needed to speak. They all understood.This wasn’t just another battle for dominance.This was war.Jones took a slow step forward. “We’re getting Lexi back.”Victor nodded. “And Clinton?”Jones’ jaw clenched. “He doesn’t l
Chapter 57: The Breaking Silence
Isaac barely clung to consciousness, his body slumped against the cold floor of the abandoned corridor. Blood still oozed from the wound Clinton had left him with—a brutal reminder of failure. His breathing was shallow, labored, and every movement sent a wave of pain shooting through his ribs.But he couldn’t stop.Not now.Not when everything he had gambled on was slipping away.With a trembling hand, he pushed himself upright, gritting his teeth through the pain. He stumbled forward, barely able to stand, but his destination was clear.Clinton wasn’t done with him yet.Isaac limped down the hall, his vision blurring as he reached the secluded wing of the college where Clinton and the remaining loyalists had regrouped. The air was thick with tension—men with bruised knuckles, bloodied faces, and ruthless expressions hovered near Clinton like predators awaiting their next hunt.And at the center of it all—Clinton himself.Standing tall, composed, and untouchable.His sharp eyes cut th
Chapter 56: The Point of No Return
Blackwood College, South Wing – 3:46 AMThe silence before impact was razor-thin.Jones crouched behind a toppled desk, his breath steady despite the chaos teetering on the edge of eruption. The dimly lit corridor stretched before him, lined with abandoned lecture halls, the scent of old books mixing with the staleness of dust and danger. His team was positioned like ghosts in the shadows, weapons gripped tight, hearts pounding in sync with the tension crackling in the air.And then, Lexi’s voice came through the earpiece, sharp and urgent.“They’re in.”A beat.Jones' muscles coiled. “Victor, Jasmine—cut the exits. Mike, Lexi, push forward. No mistakes.”A chorus of confirmations came through.Then—all hell broke loose.A thunderous eruption of movement. Shadows slammed against shadows. Jones lunged forward, twisting around an attacker’s wild punch, driving his elbow into the ribs before flipping the man over with sheer force. A gasp, then silence as the body hit the tile.Shouts ran
Chapter 55: Strategic Deception
Jones stared at the flashing screen, his pulse hammering. The files on the flash drive weren’t just pieces of a puzzle—they were the whole damn blueprint. Clinton’s network. His operations. His betrayals.Every ghost move Clinton had made. Every sabotage. Every planted lie.It was all there.Lexi crossed her arms, watching his reaction carefully. “It’s real, isn’t it?”Jones exhaled, trying to steady himself. “Yeah.” His voice was steel. “It’s real.”The war room door burst open. Victor, Jasmine, and Mike stormed in, their faces tight with exhaustion but burning with the same fire he felt inside.Victor stopped short when he saw the screen. “No way.” His voice was almost a whisper. “That’s—”“Clinton’s entire operation,” Jones confirmed. “We have it.”A heavy silence settled over the room. Then—Jasmine let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “After all this time… after everything he’s done…” Her voice hardened. “We finally have a way to take him down.”Jones turned to Le
Chapter 54: The Web of Deceptions
The walls of Blackwood seemed to close in on them. Every hallway, every corridor, every shadow whispered of betrayal.Jones sat at the head of the war room table, fingers pressed to his temples. The dim lighting cast jagged shadows across the faces of his crew, each of them battle-worn, exhausted, and on edge. The intercepted message with Lexi’s name still burned in his mind. The paranoia was getting worse. Clinton’s reach was deeper than they’d imagined.And still—no solid evidence. No names. No trail to follow.Nothing.“We’ve been chasing ghosts,” Victor muttered, arms crossed. His frustration was clear. “We know Clinton’s making moves. We know he’s in Blackwood. But every time we get close—poof. Nothing.”“Maybe we’re thinking about this wrong.” Jasmine leaned forward, her eyes sharp. “What if Clinton doesn’t need spies? What if he’s turned the whole system against us?”Jones exhaled slowly. He had considered it. The fights between recruits. The stolen supplies. The whisper campai
Chapter 53: The War in the Shadows
The darkness swallowed Blackwood whole.Jones’ grip tightened around the bloodstained note, his mind racing through the implications. His crew stood around him, faces set in grim determination. The weight of the moment pressed down on all of them.Clinton was alive.And worse—he was inside Blackwood.The missing supplies. The rumors. The paranoia creeping into his ranks. It wasn’t coincidence. It wasn’t just fear talking.It was Clinton. Moving. Manipulating. Watching.Lexi was the first to break the silence. “We need to act. Now.”Jones nodded, his voice edged with steel. “Agreed. We’ve been on the defensive for too long. No more.”Mara crossed her arms. “But how do we hit something we can’t see? Clinton’s ghosts are working in the shadows.”“We flush them out,” Victor said, stepping forward. His eyes burned with determination. “We make them show themselves.”Jasmine’s fingers tapped against her thigh. “If we push too hard, we risk playing into their hands.”“We’re already in their h
Chapter 52: Master of the Game
Beneath the City – Clinton’s Hideout.The candle had long since burned out, but Clinton didn’t need light to see the next steps. His mind was sharper in the dark. Shadows were where he thrived.Jones thought he had won.That was the beauty of it.Clinton leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the armrest. Across from him, Caleb waited, hands clasped behind his back like a soldier awaiting orders. Serena stood near the entrance, arms crossed, watching Clinton with that same knowing smirk she always had.“They’re settling in,” Serena murmured.“Good,” Clinton replied.“We should move now,” Caleb urged, stepping forward. “Before they reinforce. Before they suspect.”Clinton chuckled, slow and deliberate. “No, Caleb. We move when they least expect it. They think they’ve rebuilt Blackwood. They think they’ve won. That’s when you let them get comfortable. That’s when you study them.”He leaned forward, his grin widening. “And that’s when you break them.”Serena’s smirk deepe
Chapter 51: The Unforgiven
A war wasn’t coming. It was already here. Jones barely had time to react before Clinton’s manipulated men lunged. The flickering lights of the underground chamber cast eerie shadows as chaos exploded in every direction. Jones dodged, rolling across the cold concrete as a fist nearly smashed into his skull. Leo tackled one of the turned men, his growl of rage echoing through the chamber. Derrick, still dazed from being restrained, barely managed to duck as a blade slashed where his ribs had been a second earlier. Clinton? Clinton just stood there, smirking. Jones gritted his teeth. This was entertainment to him. A final show before the real battle even began. Dre moved fast, his hesitation from before completely gone. He fought with brutal efficiency, his strikes methodical and lethal. He slammed one of Clinton’s men into the wall with a well-placed elbow, the crack of bone audible even over the chaos. But Jones wasn’t fooled. Dre had been turned once. He could be turn
Chapter 50: The Silent Takeover
Jones paced the ruined halls of Blackwood College, his mind a battlefield of unanswered questions. The weight of recent disappearances pressed against his chest like a vice. Derrick was gone. Leo was gone. Dre had returned, but he might as well have been a ghost, lost in a haze of missing time and fear.The silence was heavier than the gunfire that had once ripped through these halls. It wasn’t the silence of peace. It was the silence before something unspeakable.Lexi stood at the far end of the hall, her arms crossed, eyes sharp with worry. “Boss, this isn’t a coincidence,” she said, voice low.Jones nodded. “I know.”But knowing wasn’t enough.Clinton was still playing the game. The problem was—Jones didn’t know what the game was.And that terrified him.Clinton stood in the underground surveillance chamber, his fingers gliding over a rusted keyboard. The glow from the monitors illuminated his smirk as he watched Jones through flickering screens.The fool still thought he was in co
