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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 66: The Edge of Despair
The night air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved swiftly through Blackwood College, their eyes sharp, their minds locked on one mission—finding Lexi before it was too late. The dim corridors echoed with their hurried footsteps as they scoured every possible hiding place, but the deeper they searched, the more frustration gnawed at them.No trace. No sign. No Lexi.Jones clenched his fists as they regrouped near the abandoned east wing. Jasmine’s brows were furrowed, her breathing heavy. “Nothing,” she muttered, shaking her head. “We’ve checked every damn place Clinton could’ve hidden her.”Kendra leaned against the wall, frustration lacing her voice. “He’s playing us.”Victor exhaled sharply. “No—he’s outsmarting us. Again.”Jones’s eyes darkened. His mind was racing, turning over every detail. Clinton was always two steps ahead—but he wasn’t invincible. There had to be a crack in his strategy.Jace frowned, scanning the group. “So what now? We can’t keep running aroun
Chapter 65: No Mercy, No Escape
The door swung open with a forceful creak, and before Lexi could react—CRACK!A fresh wave of agony tore through her body as the whip lashed across her exposed back. The pain burned hotter than before, forcing a strangled gasp from her throat.Clinton stood before her, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement as he dragged the whip across the floor. “I thought you’d have learned your lesson by now,” he murmured, rolling the handle in his grip.Lexi’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, but she refused to let him see her break. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit down, suppressing a scream.CRACK!Another lash. This time across her ribs.Her body convulsed against the pain, her wrists straining against the cuffs, but it was useless. Clinton had made sure of that.The sound of rattling chains echoed in the dim room as he stepped closer, dropping a second set of handcuffs onto the floor beside her. “I’ll admit,” he said, crouching so that their eyes met, “you surprised
Chapter 64: The Hunt for Nothing
Lexi's heart pounded as the door creaked open. The dim glow from the corridor barely illuminated the figure stepping inside. She didn’t hesitate.With every ounce of strength, she lunged from the shadows, aiming for the figure’s throat. But before she could make contact—CRACK!A searing pain tore across her back as something lashed against her skin. She choked back a scream, stumbling forward. The sting burned deep, the pain instant.The whip slithered back into Clinton’s grasp like a serpent returning to its master.“You really thought you could take me by surprise?” His voice was smooth, amused.Lexi sucked in a shaky breath, her body trembling from the impact. The realization hit her—Clinton had known. He had anticipated her attempt to escape.Clinton twirled the whip in his hand lazily, then dropped something metal onto the floor beside her. The dull clink of steel sent a chill down her spine. Handcuffs.“You’re getting predictable, Lexi,” he murmured. “That little trick with the
Chapter 63: The Silent Prison
Lexi thrashed against the restraints, her wrists raw from the tight ropes digging into her skin. A damp, musky stench filled the underground room, a forgotten chamber buried beneath Blackwood College, hidden so well that even Jones wouldn’t know where to look.Clinton stood over her, arms crossed, a slow smirk curling across his lips. The dim lighting cast eerie shadows on his face, making the cold amusement in his eyes even more sinister.“You really thought he’d save you?” he mused, crouching beside her. “Jones is out there bleeding for you, but guess what, sweetheart?” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “He’s already lost.”Lexi glared at him, fire burning in her eyes. She yanked at the restraints, but they only cut deeper into her skin.Clinton chuckled, standing up. “Struggle all you want. Scream, cry—it won’t change anything.” He straightened his collar, adjusting the cuffs of his blood-stained sleeves. “I have more important things to do.”He strode to the heavy stee
Chapter 62: The Unyielding Clash
The air was thick with tension as Jones and his crew moved through the tunnels beneath Blackwood College. Shadows stretched long and eerie against the damp, concrete walls. Every footstep echoed through the narrow passage, the weight of the mission pressing down on them.Jasmine led the way, her tablet screen illuminating their path, while Victor, Kendra, Riley, and Marco walked with weapons ready. Behind them, Kayla and Jace moved with silent precision, scanning for any sign of traps. Derek brought up the rear, his grip tight on a lead pipe.Jones' heart pounded like a war drum. They had one shot at this. One chance to get Lexi back.And Clinton was waiting.Jasmine’s voice cut through the silence. “Almost there. The corridor up ahead leads directly to the sublevel. If my mapping is right, that’s where Clinton’s holding Lexi.”Jones nodded. “Everyone ready?”The group exchanged glances. No one spoke. The fire in their eyes was answer enough.Victor cracked his knuckles. “Let’s bring
Chapter 61: War Councils in the Dark
Jones’ Hideout – 9:15 PM.The room smelled of sweat, desperation, and the lingering scent of blood from their brutal defeat. Jones sat at the head of the table, a fresh bruise swelling over his cheekbone, his ribs aching with every breath. The dim lights flickered above, casting jagged shadows over the weary faces of his crew.They had barely made it out alive. But survival wasn’t enough.Lexi was still in Clinton’s grasp. And that wasn’t something Jones could allow.Victor leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched. His knuckles were still raw from the battle. “We can’t rush in like last time,” he muttered. “We got played.”Jace, bandaged but alive, exhaled sharply. “Played? We got wrecked.”Kendra, her eyes dark with fury, slammed a knife into the table. “Then we change the game.”Jones lifted his gaze, scanning each of them. The fire was still there, burning through their exhaustion. Clinton had won the battle—but not the war.“Lexi is underground,” Jones stated, voice cal
Chapter 60: The Devil's Bargain
The weight of urgency hung over Jones like a storm cloud. Every second wasted was another second Clinton gained, another second Lexi remained in enemy hands. He shoved his phone into his pocket and met the eyes of his crew. Determination burned in their gazes. “We move now,” Jones commanded, his voice slicing through the thick tension. Victor cracked his knuckles. “About damn time.” Kendra checked her weapons. Jace tightened his gloves. Marco adjusted his jacket, his fingers twitching with anticipation. They weren’t just a group. They were an army. Jones turned to Jasmine. “You and Riley find us another way in.” She nodded, already tapping into her tablet, scanning the blueprints for overlooked passages. Riley muttered, “There’s always a backdoor. We just need to find it before Clinton buries it for good.” Jones exhaled sharply, then turned to Victor. “You hit the front with everything you’ve got. Make it look like we’re desperate.” Victor grinned, dark and eager. “I ca
Chapter 59: Shadows of Strategy
Abandoned Lecture Hall – 6:30 AM.Jones’ pulse thundered in his ears as he stormed into the old lecture hall. The air was thick with dust, the cracked chalkboard at the front of the room barely visible in the dim lighting. His crew followed close behind, their faces hardened with determination.He didn’t waste time.“Victor, call them,” Jones ordered, his voice razor-sharp.Victor nodded, pulling out his burner phone and dialing fast. “Mara, Alex, Marcus, Kendra, Jace, Riley, Derek, Marco, Kayla. We need everyone. Now.”Jasmine leaned against the desk, eyes narrowed. “Clinton is playing games, and we’re running out of time.”Jones’ jaw tightened. Lexi was out there, trapped in some dark, underground hellhole, while Clinton smirked from his throne like a king untouched by war.Not for long.Within minutes, the door swung open. One by one, the rest of the crew filed in. Mara, tall and fierce, cracked her knuckles as she took a seat. Alex, his hoodie pulled low over his face, leaned aga
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
