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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
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 41: Into the Abyss
The air reeked of dust and blood. Rubble shifted as the monstrous hand clawed free, debris tumbling down in jagged shards. Calhoun’s fingers flexed—bones snapped back into place with sickening cracks. His bloodied face emerged from the wreckage, eyes glowing with cold, animalistic rage.Jones’ breath hitched.He’s still moving.Behind him, Clinton’s slow, taunting applause sent a chill through his spine.“Bravo,” Clinton mused. “I must say, Jones, you never fail to entertain.”Jones ignored him. Focus.“Everyone, MOVE!” Jones barked, shoving Riley toward the ruins.Kayla gritted her teeth. Dre was already limping, clutching his ribs. Riley wiped blood from her forehead, but her stance was firm.Yet, none of them were ready for what came next.Calhoun lunged.Jones barely had time to move before a brutal fist slammed into his chest.CRACK.Jones flew backward, skidding across the pavement. Pain exploded in his ribs, breath torn from his lungs. His vision swam. He forced himself up—just
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 42: The War Council
Jones’ lungs burned as they sprinted into the night. Every breath came ragged, each step dragging his aching body closer to their only chance at survival.Blackwood College sprawled ahead—silent, eerie, a battlefield waiting to be claimed.Jones didn’t hesitate. “Inside. Now.”Dre shoved open the rusted doors of the abandoned library, its grand walls now draped in dust and decay. The group staggered in, barely holding themselves together. Blood dripped, breaths hitched, but they weren’t done.Not yet.Jones turned, locking eyes with Riley, Kayla, and Dre. “We call them. All of them.”Kayla, still clutching her ribs, frowned. “You sure?”“No other choice,” he said, voice like steel. “We either stand together—or we fall.”He grabbed the emergency radio from his jacket, twisting the frequency dial.Static crackled.Then—“Jones?” A voice, sharp and clear.Leo.Jones exhaled, tension easing. “It’s time. Get everyone. Blackwood Library. Now.”No hesitation. “We’re coming.”The radio buzzed
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 43: The Ambush
The air in Blackwood College was thick with tension, the kind that settles deep in the bones like the calm before a thunderstorm. The abandoned halls stretched like veins in a dying beast, silent and waiting for blood to be spilled.Jones crouched low against a crumbling column, gripping the cold steel of his knife. Across from him, Lexi, Dre, and Victor were poised, their breaths shallow, their eyes locked on their target.Calhoun.The behemoth stood in the middle of the old assembly hall, a battlefield carved out of history. He was a storm in himself—massive, unshaken, unbreakable. His men fanned out around him, oblivious to the noose tightening around their necks.Jones exhaled slowly. Showtime.He tapped the radio mic clipped to his collar, his voice a whisper in the darkness."Phase one. Execute."Plan A: The TrapFrom the shadows, Jasmine and Kayla struck first.A deafening boom ripped through the hall as pre-planted charges detonated, sending a cascade of debris crashing down t
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 44: The Fall of a Giant
Jones’ breath was ragged, his ribs screaming in protest as he pushed himself up from the rubble-strewn floor. Blood trickled from his temple, blurring his vision. Clinton’s gun was still aimed at his head, the smirk on his face one of pure control."Game over," Clinton said again, voice laced with satisfaction.Jones wiped the blood from his lip and grinned. "You keep saying that."Then, all hell broke loose.A flash of movement.Lexi struck first, a dagger flying from her hand. Clinton swayed at the last second, the blade slicing just past his cheek, leaving a thin red line. He cursed, firing a shot—but Lexi was already rolling away, vanishing into the smoke.Jones didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, slamming into Calhoun before he could fully recover from the last blow. They crashed to the ground, Jones’ knife aiming for the giant’s throat.Calhoun caught his wrist mid-air.Their eyes met—pure hatred burning between them.With a snarl, Calhoun twisted, flipping them both. Jones bare
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 45: The Counterstrike
The dust had barely settled, but Jones’ mind was already racing. Clinton had escaped, but he wasn’t gone. Not for long.He turned to his crew—Lexi, Dre, Victor, Leo, Jasmine, and the others—fifteen in total, all battered and bloodied, but their eyes still burned with resolve. The battlefield was theirs for now, but Clinton had made his move. He had vanished into the night, and Jones knew exactly what that meant.A strategic regroup. A counterstrike.Jones tapped his earpiece. “Leo, track Clinton. We need to know where he’s heading.”Leo, crouched over a downed enemy, wiped blood from his knuckles. “Already working on it.” He pulled a small device from his pocket, tapping rapidly. “He’s not going far. His people are still moving in the city. If I had to bet, he’s regrouping at one of his hideouts.”Jones turned to Dre. “How bad are we on supplies?”Dre exhaled. “Low on ammo. We’ve taken hits, but nothing fatal. We can still fight.”Jones nodded. “Good. Because this isn’t over.”His gri
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 46: The Illusion of Victory
The gunshot cracked through the night.Jones twisted just in time. The bullet grazed his ear instead of blowing his head off. Pain flared, sharp and searing, but he moved fast. His elbow slammed into Clinton’s ribs, forcing him to stumble back.Gunfire still roared around them. The half-built construction site was a battlefield of chaos—screams, bullets, the clash of steel against steel.Clinton recovered fast, raising his pistol again. Jones didn't give him the chance. He lunged, gripping Clinton’s wrist, forcing the gun upward as another shot fired wildly into the sky.Clinton snarled, eyes burning. “You’re persistent.”Jones gritted his teeth, muscles straining against Clinton’s strength. “And you’re done running.”He twisted, slamming Clinton’s hand into a nearby steel beam. The gun clattered to the ground.Clinton didn't hesitate. He drove a knee into Jones' stomach, then followed up with a ruthless punch to his jaw. Jones stumbled back, vision blurring for half a second. It was
The Brutal Revenge Chapter 47: The Art of Deception
Clinton leaned back against the cold concrete wall of his underground hideout, his fingers pressing against the wound on his arm. Blood oozed between his fingers, but the pain barely registered. His mind was already calculating, shifting the pieces of the game.Blackwood College wasn't lost.Not yet.He had expected Jones to come at him hard. Expected his empire to crumble under the weight of that final battle. But what Jones didn’t know—what none of them knew—was that Clinton never played a game he wasn’t ready to lose.Because a man who prepared for defeat?Could never truly be beaten.His remaining men stood in front of him, some wounded, some exhausted, but all loyal. They had watched their forces fall, their strongholds burn. But in their eyes, he still saw belief.Belief that he would turn this around.Clinton’s lips curved into a slow smirk as he stepped forward.“Listen up,” he said, voice sharp as steel. “Jones and his crew think they’ve won. They think Blackwood belongs to t
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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
