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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & FOURTEEN: AN ANGEL IN THIS CHAOS.
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AVERY’S POV:The smell of fine earth, incense, and freshly turned soil filled my nostrils as my mind and body slowly woke up. Around me, harmonized chants and melodic singing wove through the air like a gentle caress. For a moment, I wondered if I had found heaven—a place of peace and solace after so many sleepless, torturous nights.I felt a light sting that vanished as quickly as it came, and I fluttered my eyes, trying to wake up from the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ages.I realized I was lying sideways, my face turned away from the world and my stomach pressed flat against the cool floor. The scent of cedar smoke and wild herbs lingered in the air. When I finally blinked my eyes open and raised my head, I found myself inside a hut that looked like it belonged in a forgotten fairytale. I was in an odd acupuncture pose, as if someone had deliberately positioned me for healing. Before I could gather my thoughts, a soft female voice spoke."She's awake," the voice said gently.I a
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AVERY’S POV:"Oman was the first of us—a healer who survived the burning plague when entire villages perished. They say he walked through flame and came out whole. His gift passed down through the bloodline, marked by the tattoo only seers can see. We have guarded it for generations."Every word reverberated through me, mingling with the pain of the past and the shock of the present. I recalled vague memories of love and loss, of fleeting moments when my world had been whole. Now, the truth shattered that fragile illusion—Axel’s betrayal, my own mistakes, and the dark legacy that I had never even known.I burst into laughter—loud and out of place. The sound echoed in the quiet sanctuary like I’d just dropped a bomb into a library. I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, not sure if it came from laughter or exhaustion. Maybe both.“Okay, Akira, please,” I said, waving my hand as if that could erase all the absurdity. “Let’s end this comedy show. What is this? Harry Potter’s lost trib
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AVERY’S POV: By the time Akira finished the tour, I was dazed—like someone had spun me around too many times and dropped me into the middle of a dream. She didn’t need more words. No speeches or convincing. I was already there. The Temple of Oman and Kore stood like something from another century, carved into the belly of a mountain and wrapped in ivy that twisted into the shapes of runes I didn’t recognize. Stone pillars, etched with golden script, stretched toward the sky like they were holding it up. A soft mist rolled down from the peaks above, layering the steps in a silvery sheen. The entrance itself glowed faintly—breathing, almost—as if the temple was alive, watching me. Inside, it was quiet. Not the awkward kind of silence, but the sacred kind. The air smelled like sandalwood and ancient earth. Candles burned in long, neat rows, casting shadows that danced across murals on the stone walls—murals of people with glowing hands, wide green eyes, dark robes rippling in wind tha
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AXEL'S POV:“Daddy, I want my mom. Bring back my mom.” Sea’s voice still replayed in my ears, the same broken plea she’d repeated for weeks. She wasn’t eating. Couldn’t sleep. Every day brought a new tantrum. A new heartbreak. And I couldn’t fix it.Sea was mostly in the care of Katie and Cedric while I lost myself. I shut the world out. Nothing entertained me. Nothing made me happy. I hated life right now. I stood at the window of my office, the city blurred behind a sheet of condensation. It was late, or early—I didn’t care anymore. I hadn’t left this house in days. Maybe weeks. The silence had become a kind of cell. A warden pressing its weight into my chest.Outside, it rained. Inside, I unraveled.The world was shattering beneath my feet.Word had spread—about the fallout between Ryan and me. About the medication. About how my strength was fading. Some of the Dons had already turned, sniffing out new allies like dogs chasing meat. Business was bleeding out. The foundation
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AVERY’S POVI tried not to think about the past.Tried not to remember his hands, his voice, the way his eyes looked just before they went dark with rage. I pressed it down like a bruise, refusing to touch it. My strength had to go toward the present. Toward now.The village had become a balm. Quiet, nestled between the curve of two mountains and a forest that breathed with life. The people here spoke in soft tones and walked with purpose. They treated me like I mattered. Like I was someone sacred. The child in my womb was treated the same.I had never felt this kind of care. Not even with Axel.They taught me things—how to prepare herbal medicines, how to read the wind, how to listen to the trees. I was still learning, stumbling over some of their ways, but I was adapting. Slowly. Steadily. I had no other choice. This place was the only place I could exist freely. They were special. And when I wasn’t learning, I trained like I had something to prove.Akira made sure of that.“You mo
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AVERY'S POV:The village lay in ruins. Nauseating. Smoke twisted upward from blackened roofs like ghostly fingers clawing at the sky. I stumbled forward, my breath caught between a gasp and a sob. The village I had grown to love had been reduced to a scene of quiet devastation.Birds scattered in a frenzied panic above as I approached. Leaves rustled violently even though the wind had died. The animals were gone. Not a goat or a dog in sight. My heart thundered as I broke into the clearing.Everyone had been rounded up.Men, women, children—on their knees in a wide circle, hands bound behind their backs, guarded by men in black tactical gear with sophisticated guns and emotionless expressions. Even Grandma Akira was among them. Her frail frame trembled as she struggled to remain upright, her silver hair streaked with ash and dried sweat, lips moving in silent prayer.The fighters who should’ve protected us lay bloodied at the edge of the clearing. Some unconscious. Others groaning, t
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AXEL’S POV: “How can I have the best and none of you have found her? Is she hiding under a rock?” I roared to the assembled men, my voice echoing harshly off the cold stone walls of tge room. Every eye in the room was fixed on me, but I saw only confusion and fear. The encrypted message that had led us to this dead end now mocked me. Whosoever sent it was a ghost, and worse, my men had searched every inch with no trace of Avery. Meanwhile, an enemy either had her or was near having her while I’d been running around like a headless chicken—and now, I was left seething.Earlier that day, I’d been forced into a meeting with the Dons on my supposed side—a gathering meant to make a statement and reclaim the power that was slipping through my fingers. I was a powerless Don now, and I couldn’t allow that to continue. As I paced in the room, my phone rang shortly. I answered in a snarl.“What?” I snapped into the receiver, not caring who the caller was.“Oh, dear Blackwood,” the voice tsk
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AXEL’S POVThe world around me was fuzzy, the remnants of whatever sedative they had injected into me still coursing through my veins but were finally wearing off, leaving me with searing clarity—and a burning vengeance that threatened to shatter everything. My vision swam for a moment as my limbs trembled, but each second reawakened the fury in my veins. I looked around, scanning every corner with a mind consumed by wrath. Someone had dared come to my home to destroy it? They had bound me to a chair, my arms chained behind me so tightly that I could almost feel the capacity of my strength waging war with these restraints. I was a man who had once commanded empires but now held by metals. My muscles strained, every fiber of me screaming to break free.I scanned around, my vision sharpening.Sea. Where was she? I was tortured by the constant question: Did she get hurt? Had she escaped? Was she hiding, or had they already found her? The thought of her in their hands made my blood boi
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AVERY’S POV:"If I could, I'd kill London a second time," Axel growled, his voice gravel-coated and bitter. "She was a traitor. A whore. Imagine the woman I loved, bent over for the Don of a rival cartel like a common street slut. Not just once—but again and again, even when she was carrying my child."He wasn’t yelling. That made it worse. His voice was calm, even fond in a twisted way, as if the memory had hardened into something precious—just not in the way love is supposed to be.His lip curled, disgust tightening every word. “She didn’t just betray me. She betrayed her father. Our family.”I stood frozen, every inch of me recoiling. My mouth went dry. Axel’s rage was volcanic—rising, spilling, burning everything in its path.“At first, I had my suspicions,” he said, almost too calmly. “But I dismissed them. Turned a blind eye. You know why?” He scoffed and looked away, his jaw twitching. “Because I loved that loose hole.”He laughed, but there was no joy in it—only the sound of a
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AVERY’S POV:Axel coughed violently, blood splattering the stone beneath him. His limbs were twitching now—shock setting in. His breaths were ragged like each one hurt more than the last. The kind of pain that looks more animal than human. Still, he tried to speak."Devon…” he managed, gasping between words. “How… did I ruin your life? You… you pledged allegiance to me. Swore on your mother’s life. You said I saved you. You—”“Oh, please,” Devon cut him off, sneering. “I told you what you wanted to hear. You’re so arrogant. So hungry to be worshipped. That story about the boy you saved? It was real. I just found him. Killed him. Took his place.”The courtyard stilled.Devon’s voice turned cold. “He was a drunk, anyway. I did the world a favor.”My blood chilled. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.Axel’s face twitched. Whether from pain or betrayal, I didn’t know. His hands were slick with blood now, trying weakly to press down on his wounds. His lips quivered, mumbling words I could
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AVERY’S POV:I was drenched in blood. It had soaked into the white of my temple robe, turned my hands sticky, and clung to my skin like guilt. Akira’s body—now wrapped in linen, still and pale—lay in front of me. Her death had left a hollow in my chest that no scream could fill. I cried until I couldn’t anymore, until the pain became dry and raw like my throat. She had just begun to teach me how to live through this pregnancy, how to breathe again in a world that felt so suffocating. And just like that, she was gone. Snatched from me as quickly as she'd come.The others sat quietly around her body. No chants. No songs. Just silence thick enough to choke on.Then came the chaos.Gunshots. Screams. The kind of terror that twists reality in half. My head jerked toward the sound, and my heart thudded in my throat. I scrambled to my feet, wiping at my tears, suddenly alert."What’s happening?" I asked the nearest person—a small Orion boy, no older than eight, trembling beside a pillar."T
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AVERY’S POV:I stopped counting the days. Time moved like molasses, thick and slow, as we lived under the constant shadow of fear. We were caged like animals—patrolled, watched, starved of dignity. Devon wasn’t the man I remembered. Whatever light used to be in his eyes had long been smothered by something cruel and cold. The once-easy smile he wore like a badge was now replaced by a stone-hard jaw and the hollow stare of a man long lost to the dark.He used to be kind.Now, he hit my brothers for speaking too loud.But I didn’t hate Devon.I hated the man who turned him into this. The one who gave the orders. Who turned my protector into a monster.Axel.I couldn’t fight back. I didn’t have the strength. And worse—I’d brought this ruin to my people. The earth was ransacked, torn apart by metal and greed. The same land that once glistened under the sun was now a wounded body, bled dry by machines. They dug up every corner, searching for a 'precious mineral' as I overheard one of the g
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AXEL’S POV:From where the car stopped, a jet was already waiting on the tarmac, beneath the pale morning sky. Less than two hours later, I was in our new location—a fortress tucked deep into the outskirts, reinforced and brimming with security. I showered, shaved, trimmed the unruly beard. Cedric stitched the gash on my brow and reset two of my ribs without a complaint. My knuckles were still bruised, but the fresh set of clothes—black shirt, tactical trousers, leather boots—made me feel human again. Strange how luxury used to feel normal. Now, even clean water felt sacred.Cedric didn’t speak much, but I could tell from his eyes that he knew we were standing in the middle of a long war—and that everything, even moments like this, had consequences. He’d been brought by Baron, apparently to save Ryan. Since then, he hadn’t stopped working. He patched, treated, and kept morale up without asking for thanks. That alone earned him more of my respect.Ryan had updated me as soon as we lan
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AXEL’S POV:A cold pressure squeezed my chest, but I forced it down. I couldn’t afford to think. Not now.I looked at him—his blood pooling beneath him, face a mess of terror and agony. He was nearly gone, and I was already losing interest.With one swift motion, I sliced off his dick.Then, without hesitation, I pried open his jaw and hacked off his tongue.His legs came next—each cut as clean as the last, each one a punishment, a lesson, a warning. I left him writhing in his own blood and filth, a hollowed-out shell of the man who once smirked in my face."You call those torture games?" I said, stepping over him. "Come learn from me."Then I drove the blade into his right eye. A sickening squelch echoed through the stillness.The men around me flinched. Some looked away. Others stared in stunned silence."Take me to my daughter," I said, my voice flat, final.Ryan stepped forward, nodding once, his expression unreadable. He gestured toward a blacked-out SUV idling nearby."You need
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AXEL’S POV:"She's fine," Baron said, steady and sure. "She's with Katie and our men at the safe house."Relief punched through me like cold air after drowning."Where the hell have you been, Baron? How did they even escape?"He exhaled, like he’d been holding the memory in too long. "Boss, it wasn’t easy. When the first explosion hit, I went straight for Sea. Found her curled up in a corner of her room, shaking. Wrapped her in a blanket, threw her over my shoulder, and ran. On the way out, we ran into Ryan—he was barely hanging on, bleeding like hell, but still breathing. He pushed us toward the escape tunnel. We managed to gather Katie and a few others. But before we could get back for the last group..." He paused. "The whole place went up in flames."My heart staggered in my chest. Sea was alive. That was all I needed to hear. That was enough to breathe again, enough to fight again.We’d made it outside now. Armed, masked men formed a silent wall around the perimeter. I stayed aler
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AXEL’S POV:When thoughts went to the people that mattered in life, I tried to brace myself for that clean slice that would end it all. Or worse—he might do it messy, on purpose. Just to draw it out. Just to hear me scream.My mind found my mother first. I hoped she was in a better place, waiting for me, arms open. Maybe death wasn’t an end. Maybe it was our reunion. And maybe, just maybe, I'd recognize my father too. But guilt didn't let me rest there. It crawled up my throat, settled in my chest. Laurent. I should’ve made time for him. I should’ve asked questions, cared more, listened better. And what about the others—the lives I took? Would they be waiting on the other side too, not with open arms, but fists and rage?"Forgive me, Sea," I whispered in my head. "Wherever you are."I breathed in deep, slow. Vaughan was taking his damn time, drawing out the moment like it was some kind of art. That was the thing about death. Sometimes, the silence before it was louder than the act it
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AXEL’S POV:"Not only did I think you were stupid," I began, the taste of blood already pooling at the edge of my tongue, "you're archaic." I kept my eye away from Vaughan. "What’s this? The 1980s?""Seal his mouth. We're about to start filming," he snapped without missing a beat.They pushed me to my knees, the cold bite of concrete pressing into my skin. My hands were tied behind me, and my neck was bared like an offering. An execution. The kind you only read about or see in cartel footage—until it's your turn."Axel, let me tell you before I end you," Vaughan sneered, circling me like a wolf. "You were powerful. But you were also blinded—by pride, by selfishness. You were so easy to manipulate. Infiltrating your organization? Child’s play. Turning you against your second-in-command? A masterpiece."My jaw tightened. What was he driving at?"It was never Ryan, Axel." He crouched down to my level, voice low like a lullaby laced with poison. "This entire game was engineered to divide
