All Chapters of Rediscovering Odette : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The factory was a labyrinth of towering crates, rusting machinery, and the lingering scent of gasoline. The air was thick with tension, each shadow a potential threat. Anton moved ahead, his movements precise, deadly—every step calculated. Odette stayed close, gripping the small handgun Damien had given her, though her fingers trembled slightly.This was real. No more sidelines. No more watching from the safety of a hideout. She was in the middle of it now, and there was no turning back.Logan’s voice crackled through the comms. “Two more guards on the upper walkway. They haven’t spotted you yet.”Anton signaled Damien, who nodded before slipping into the shadows. A few moments later, there was the soft thump of bodies hitting the floor.“Walkway’s clear,” Damien whispered.They pressed forward, inching closer to their real target—the shipment of trafficked victims Dmitri Petrov planned to move by morning.Odette’s pulse pounded in her ears. She had spent years trying to forget her ow

The weight of the night still clung to Odette as she stood on the balcony of the safe house, staring at the city lights flickering in the distance. The cool night air brushed against her skin, but it did little to settle the storm inside her.She had taken a life.She had made her choice.And yet, a part of her still felt like she was standing on the edge of something she couldn’t quite name.The sound of the sliding door behind her made her tense for just a second before she recognized Anton’s presence. She didn’t turn, but she felt him move closer.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low and rough.She let out a quiet laugh. “Not exactly.”A beat of silence passed before she felt the warmth of his body just behind her. Not touching, but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.“I saw you hesitate tonight,” he murmured.She finally turned to face him, her heart twisting at the look in his eyes. He wasn’t judging her. He wasn’t angry. He just… saw her.And that,

The moment of peace was short-lived.By midday, the safe house was buzzing with tension. The dim lighting and thick air of cigarette smoke made the atmosphere heavier, more suffocating than it had been the night before. The morning’s warmth—of whispered words and stolen moments—was a distant memory now, pushed aside by the weight of reality.Logan’s fingers flew over the keyboard as lines of code and intercepted messages flashed across his screen. His brows furrowed in concentration, a faint crease forming between them as he muttered under his breath.“They’re moving fast,” he finally said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I tapped into one of their private channels. They’ve already put a bounty out—on all of us.”The room went still.Damien let out a low whistle from his spot by the window, where he was idly spinning a knife between his fingers. “Well, that’s flattering.” He smirked, though there was no amusement in his eyes. “Expensive, aren’t we?”Odette felt a chill creep up her

The city blurred past in streaks of golden light as Anton drove, his hands gripping the wheel with controlled intensity. The quiet hum of the engine filled the space between them, but inside Odette’s chest, her heart was anything but calm.The gala had been a success—or as close to a success as they could get. The bomb was disarmed. Petrov had been taken down. But that didn’t mean the war was over.Odette’s fingers twitched against the smooth fabric of her dress. It still smelled faintly of champagne and expensive perfume, a reminder of the world they had just escaped. But beneath the glitz and glamor had been danger, lurking like a predator waiting to strike.And Anton had almost taken the hit for her.The memory was fresh. Too fresh.The way he had moved without hesitation. The way he had shielded her as if his own life was worth nothing compared to hers.She turned to him, studying his face. The sharp cut of his jaw, the tension in his features, the way his silver-grey eyes remaine

The sun had barely risen when Anton, Odette, and the team gathered in the safe house’s underground briefing room. The air was thick with tension, the weight of their next move pressing down on all of them.Logan was already at his laptop, fingers flying over the keys as he pulled up security footage from the Brooklyn docks. “Alright,” he said, adjusting his glasses, “I’ve gone through the intercepted messages. The Sokolovs are bringing in a high-priority shipment tonight. No details on what it is, but they’ve doubled security, which means it’s important.”Damien leaned against the table, arms crossed. “Drugs?”Logan shook his head. “Maybe. But I don’t think so. The way they’re treating this? It’s not just another batch of narcotics. They’re being careful—too careful.”Odette’s stomach twisted. She had seen this kind of secrecy before. It wasn’t drugs. It was people.“Human trafficking,” she murmured.The room went silent.Anton’s jaw tightened. “That’s my guess, too.”Odette exhaled,