Semua Bab Sinful Desires: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The night was alive with war. Gunfire cracked through the air, each shot was like a drumbeat in the chaos. The sharp scent of burning metal, gunpowder, and blood filled the wind, thick and suffocating. Smoke curled into the sky, rising from the compound’s walls like a warning of what was coming. Victor stood at the front, his cold eyes locked on Xavier’s fortress. There was no hesitation or fear in his eyes. Only one thing mattered—ending this war. His grip on his rifle tightened. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. His son. Jordan. If he was still alive… Victor was getting him out. And Selena. His jaw clenched at the thought. If she was alive, he’d find her. But she wasn’t his priority. Not now. He forced the thought away, but it lingered, heavy in his chest. His men stood behind him, ready and tense trained killers, all waiting for his command. “Move in,” Victor ordered, his voice calm and controlled. His army surged forward, silent but deadly, their boots crunching agains

Xavier sat in his surveillance room, the dim glow of the monitors casting long shadows across his face. The air was thick with the scent of whiskey and gunpowder, the distant sound of explosions rumbling through the walls. Outside, war raged—gunfire, screaming, bodies hitting the ground. But inside, Xavier was calm.He swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the flickering light from the screens. He had expected this ever since he found out ghost was Victor. Victor’s wrath was inevitable. The man was relentless, a force of nature driven by vengeance. But Xavier wasn’t a fool. He had spent years at his side and learned a few things. And now, fate had delivered him an opportunity, one Victor wouldn’t see coming.His fingers tapped idly against the desk as he scanned the monitors. His gaze settled on one feed in particular. A small, dimly lit room.Jordan sat bound to a chair, his face bloodied, a fresh cut on his cheek leaking a thin line of red. His chest ros

A while ago.....The compound was silent, but Thomas felt the weight of a thousand unseen eyes. He moved through the darkened halls, his footsteps light and his breaths steady. Outside, the cool night air carried the distant hum of guards on patrol, their voices low, unaware of the traitor in their midst. His fingers moved over the keyboard in the security room, lines of code flashing on the screen. He disabled key sniper nests, small changes in the system that would create crucial blind spots. Just enough to make a difference—but not enough to raise suspicion. A few seconds here, a flicker in the power grid there. A soft buzz filled his ear. The radio. He pressed it closer. “Sector three clear,” a guard reported. Thomas adjusted his stance, his voice calm. “Copy that. Keep eyes on the perimeter.” His own misdirections had already sent the guards away from where Victor’s men would soon make their move. The breach was coming, and he was paving the way. Then, an explosio

Selena sat on the cold floor, her back against the damp wall of her cell. Blood dried on her split lip, her wrists raw from the tight restraints they had finally removed. The guards hadn't spoken much, but she didn't need words to know what was coming. Xavier wasn't keeping her alive out of mercy. He had a plan. She exhaled slowly, forcing herself to focus. Panic wouldn't help. If there was a way out, she had to find it. Her fingers traced the rough wall behind her, searching for any loose stone, any weakness. There had to be something. "Think, Selena," she whispered to herself. "Think." Footsteps echoed down the hall. Heavy boots. Armed men. Selena quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks and straightened her back. She wouldn't let them see her broken. The door creaked open, and one of Xavier's men stepped inside. He smirked. "Still got fight in you?" Selena met his eyes, refusing to flinch. "You're wasting your time. Xavier already got what he wanted." The man chuckle

Jordan's body felt like it was on fire. Days of torture had left him weak, his vision blurry. But he wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. He had been working on the rope binding his wrists for long, rubbing it against a sharp edge of the metal chair. When it finally snapped, he had almost cried out in relief. But he stayed quiet. Waiting and bidding his time. The guard outside his cell was getting more tense. Jordan could see it in the way the man kept checking his watch, the way he paced back and forth. Worried because from the gunshots sounds out, things seemed grim. "Hey," Jordan called out, his voice cracking. "I think... I think I'm dying. Please..." The guard peered through the small window in the door. "Shut up." "There's blood... everywhere," Jordan whispered, letting his head loll forward. "Xavier will kill you if I die before he's done with me." That got the guard's attention. The door creaked open, and a beam of light cut through the darkness. "What the hell are you