apter 55


    In the center of the grand hall, fifteen terrified guests huddled together-the ones


    who hadn''t managed to escape when chaos erupted.


    Nearby, five of Kingston''s bodyguardsy wounded, their groans of pain underscoring the tense silence.


    On the Walkers'' side, only thirty men remained of the original forty; the rest had fallen during the fierce firefight with Kingston''s guards.


    "I suggest none of you make any sudden moves, Calvin warned.


    "No one has to get hurt. We don''t want to damage our merchandise. Each of you is priceless."


    He initiated a video call, turning the camera to focus on Jasmine Kingston among the hostages.


    "Father, we''ve secured Jasmine Kingston," Calvin reported


    "Excellent," Lucas Walker replied.


    "The police are en route to your location, blocking all roads out. It''s safer to stay put. Use the hostages as leverage."


    "Yes, Father."


    "We''ll use Jasmine to force Alfred Kingston to surrender his position in Vancouver," Lucas continued.


    "We''re negotiating with him now. Just hold tight, and victory will be ours." "Understood, Father," Calvin affirmed before ending the call.


    He surveyed the room as his men collected weapons from the fallen guards. "Ten of you, keep an eye on them," he ordered, nodding toward the hostages. "The rest, secure this ce. Block the entrances with our cars. We need to hold out for a few hours. Alfred will have no choice but to hand over his position."


    Meanwhile, across the city at the Vancouver port terminal, Alfred Kingston stood face-to-face with Lucas Walker.


    Alfred had tracked down the kidnappers, uncovering Lucas as the mastermind behind his daughter''s abduction.


    He''d mobilized all of Kingston''s special forces, determined to bring down this underworld kingpin and dismantle his operations.


    But Lucas had be a far greater threat than Alfred had anticipated.


    Alongside his gangsters stood another force-Sinir''s special unit from Los Angeles-matching Kingston''s own army in strength.


    The situation was a stalemate.


    "I never knew you were working with Sinir," Alfred said.


    Lucas smirked. "Alfred, you''re too powerful to take on alone. So I called in a favor from an old friend."


    "What is it you want?"


    "Vancouver! I want to be like you, ruling this city," Lucas dered, ambition zing in his eyes.


    "You''ve gone too far. The King won''t stand for this," Alfred warned.


    Lucas chuckled darkly. "I hear the new King is young and inexperienced, more interested in luxury than leadership. I''ll offer him wealth and women-he''ll forget all about you."


    "You won''t get away with this," Alfred said firmly, subtly signaling his men to be ready.


    Lucas''s expression hardened. "Alfred, your daughter Jasinine is In my hands. If you don''t surrender now, her."


    Alfred felt as if the ground had dropped from beneath him.


    "Think carefully," Lucas taunted. "Will you choose power ever your daughter''s life?"


    I''ll kill


    In Los Angeles, Dave Sinir reclined in his opulent study, swirling a ss of fine wine.


    A satisfied smile yed on his lips as he gazed out over the city lights.


    Jerry Rnd paced nervously nearby, wringing his hands.


    "We''ve got Jasmine. It''s only a matter of time before Alfred Kingston relinquishes


    his hold on Vancouver," Dave said smoothly.


    Jerry''s face lit up with a greedy grin. "Mr. Sinir, when I take over Vancouver,


    you can count on our unwavering loyalty!"


    Dave raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "If you take Vancouver,


    Jerry, you''ll betray me the moment it suits you."


    “No, Mr. Sinir! I''d never forget this favor,” Jerry protested earnestly.


    Dave''s expression turned cold as he lifted his hand.


    Two imposing bodyguards stepped forward, seizing Jerry by the arms.


    "Alfred helped you for fifteen years, and you repaid him with betrayal," Dave said coolly.


    "I have no interest in aligning with traitors. Lucas is far more reliable."


    "You can''t do this to me!" Jerry shouted, struggling futilely. "I orchestrated everything so you could take down Kingston!"


    "And I appreciate your efforts," Dave replied dismissively, taking a leisurely sip of


    his wine. "But I''m afraid our partnership ends here. Dispose of him."


    Jerry''s pleas turned to screams as he was dragged away.


    Back at Heaven Hill, Walker''s men moved with swift precision.


    Some nted explosives at the doors, sealing off any potential entry points.


    Others maneuvered vehicles into ce, creating a formidable barricade at the main entrance.


    Chris burst into the hall, dragging Sophia behind him.


    A dark bruise marred her porcin skin, and fear flickered in her eyes, though she tried to mask it with defiance.


    Calvin''s gaze settled on her, a predatory gleam lighting up his face.


    "She''s a beauty," he remarked with a twisted smile.


    Chris pulled her closer, his grip possessive. "She''s mine."


    "Is that so?" Calvin sauntered over, reaching out to lift Sophia''s chin.


    She recoiled, eyes shing with disgust.


    "Don''t touch me," she spat.


    Calvin nced at the bruise on her face.


    "You hit her? You''re a real piece of work," he sneered at Chris.


    "It''s none of your Business," Chris muttered.


    Without warning, Calvin swung the butt of his gun, striking Chris across the face.


    A sickening crunch echoed as his nose broke, blood streaming down his face.


    "What the hell?" Chris yelled, staggering backward.


    Calvin didn''t relent. He kicked Chris''s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the floor.


    Pointing the gun directly at his head, Calvin''s voice dropped to a dangerous growl.


    "I lost ten men today. This was supposed to be an easy mission. We came to grab her, but some of our targets had already vanished. Now the police are closing in, cutting off our escape routes."


    "You think I set you up?" Chris gasped, wincing from the pain.


    "You''re the only one who knew the full n," Calvin snarled, delivering another vicious kick.


    "You''d better be worth something. Maybe we''ll ransom you back to your family."


    "My father''s been helping you!" Chris protested, desperation creeping into his voice.


    Calvinughed coldly. "Your father''s a traitor to the Kingstons. We don''t trust traitors."


    Realization and horror washed over Chris. "What are you saying?"


    "Sinir never intended to help your father rise to power," Calvin revealed, his eyes gleaming with malice.


    "He thought he could use us, but we''ve been using him all along. The one who will


    take Kingston''s ce is Walker -my father."


    Chris stared up at him, his world crumbling. They had yed him for a fool.


    "You thought you were ying the game," Calvin said, leaning in close. "But you


    were the game."


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