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The 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
The 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
The 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
The 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
The 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
The 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
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
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 40: The Unchained War
The night was thick with tension. The kind that coiled in the air like a storm waiting to break. The moon hung low over Blackwood College, casting elongated shadows across the abandoned dormitories and the cracked pavement of the courtyard. Every breath Jones took felt heavier, thick with anticipation. Tonight, they either took Clinton down, or they lost everything.He crouched behind a crumbling stone bench, Riley at his side, her knuckles white against the handle of her knife. Ahead of them, across the darkened grounds, Kayla and Dre moved like ghosts, sticking to the shadows as they prepared the first phase of the plan—Misdirection.Step One: MisdirectionThe first explosion wasn’t real.Jones had made sure of that.A fireball erupted from the south dormitories, followed by the deafening crack of an incendiary charge. Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, painting the night with chaos. The perfect illusion.Seconds later, the sound of pounding boots echoed through the college as
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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
