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Chapter 14 - Chapter 14 — War Drums

The skyline pulsed white beyond Helena's penthouse, a thousand windows lit like watchful eyes. Jack stood in front of the glass with a drink in his hand, shirt open, collarbone bruised from teeth that weren't his.

Behind him, Helena lay sprawled across black satin sheets, hair tangled, chest rising. Carla slept curled at the foot of the bed like she belonged there, still wearing the necklace Jack had broken earlier.

The room smelled like sweat, sex, and fear.

The System hummed, steady in his skull.

[Major Quest Update: Rivalry — 75% → 80%]

[Authority Raid ETA: 4h 37m]

[Warning: Rival Marcus has initiated Counter-Quest: Burn the Ladder (Phase 2).]

Jack smirked into his glass. "Four hours. Let's see who burns first."

The Weight of Fear

Helena stirred, sheets slipping from her body. She rolled toward him, eyes still hazy. "You're not sleeping?"

Jack glanced back, slow. "Kings don't sleep when enemies march."

Her breath hitched at the word king. She sat up, clutching the sheet tighter. "It feels different tonight. Like something's closing in."

Jack set the glass down, walking to her side. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her face to him. "Something is. Authority's coming. Your husband's rage. Marcus's claws. They all want what's mine."

Fear flickered in her eyes, but under it—addiction. Hunger.

The System purred:

[Bond Strength Helena Cross: 92% → 95%]

[Status: Anchor Reinforced]

Carla stirred at the foot of the bed, blinking up at them, voice hoarse. "What… what happens if they find us?"

Jack crouched, catching her chin. "Then you'll do what you've always done. Drop to your knees and remember whose you are."

Her thighs pressed together instantly, shame and heat colliding.

[Weakness Triggered: Exhibitionism]

[Bond Carla Vance: 97% → 98%]

Jack laughed low. "Good. Both of you. You'll prove it before the night ends."

Marcus Moves

Across the city, Marcus wasn't laughing. He sat in a boardroom empty but for glowing screens, blood still drying on his knuckles.

Helena bent over the rooftop bar. Carla choking on Jack's cock. The clips looped, each replay a knife.

The System stabbed him deeper:

[Rival Jack Reputation: Infamous]

[Rival Bond Helena Cross: 95% | Carla Vance: 98%]

[Your Control: 3% → 2%]

Marcus snarled. "Then I'll burn the crown right off his head."

He dragged icons across his HUD—Authority officers, crooked inspectors, debt collectors bought cheap. He linked them to one target: Jack King.

The System approved:

[Counter-Quest Progress: Burn the Ladder — Phase 2 Engaged]

Objective: Destroy the building | Frame Rival as criminal | Force asset displacement.]

Reward: +2000 XP | Control Recovery Bonus.]

Marcus leaned close to the screen, Helena's ruined face frozen mid-cry. "He thinks she's his anchor? I'll make her the stone that drags him under."

The Rehearsal

Back in the penthouse, Jack dragged a chair to the center of the room. He snapped his fingers. "Carla. Kneel."

She dropped without hesitation, lips parting. Gasps of her rooftop shame still seemed to echo through her body.

Helena watched, trembling. "Why now? Why make her—"

"Because Marcus is watching," Jack cut in. He tapped his temple. "He feeds on envy. Every time you look at me instead of him, it splits him open. Tonight, I'm going to bleed him dry."

Helena's throat worked. "And me?"

Jack's smile was cruel. "You'll prove the bond. You'll prove you'd choose me in front of anyone. Even him."

The System chimed:

[Micro-Quest Unlocked: Shadow Theater]

Objective: Weaponize Rival's Weakness — Envy]

Reward: +1000 XP | Rival Suppression Multiplied.]

Jack leaned back in the chair, Carla trembling between his knees.

No : Said Jack, get up bend over instead. Carla stood up , and arched her back towards Jack's hard cock. Jack began to thrust into Carla, stroking forcefully. "Damnnnn Jack I love the rough sex.

As Carla Gasped , she clenched on to her necklace Jack had broken earlier , cheeks hot and flustered , from Jack's rough grip and strokes. Just how Marcus should like it : Jack said forcing her to display it for an imagined crowd.

Helena gasped, hand pressed to her lips.

Jack turned his eyes to her. "Your turn."

He shoved the barstool into place, dragging her toward it. Her robe fell open as he bent her across the polished wood. Jack yanked free from Carla, slick and throbbing, and without losing rhythm, drove himself into Helena."

This time with Helena he displayed gentle passionate sex. Jack stared into Helena's eyes as it rolled back. He grabbed her throat , fixing his grip tight but breathable. Open your mouth groaned Jack: Helena face in shock opened her mouth , as Jack spat in it. 

The System roared in triumph:

[Quest Progress: Shadow Theater Complete]

[Reward: +1000 XP | Rival Suppression 15% → 5%]

[Bond Strength Helena: 95% → 98% | Carla: 98% → 99%]

Authority Watches

Miles away, Authority officers leaned over monitors, mouths tight as they watched hacked rooftop clips bleed into a new live feed: Helena bent over, Carla on her knees, Jack grinning like a devil in the chair.

One officer muttered, "This guy's a menace."

Another shook his head. "He's a damn cult leader."

The feed labeled itself automatically:

[Target: Jack King | Status: Infamous]

[Enforcement Raid Initiated — ETA: 2h 15m]

Jack stood over both women, sweat streaking his chest, their bodies ruined in different kinds of obedience.

The skyline gleamed white beyond the glass, but sirens already whispered faint in the distance.

The System cut cold across his vision:

[Alert: Enforcement Units En Route]

[Fail Condition: Capture = XP Reset, Assets Lost]

[Warning: Rival Marcus intends to exploit Raid for asset theft.]

Helena collapsed against the barstool, voice wrecked. "What do we do when they get here?"

Jack grinned, feral. "We don't hide. We make them regret opening the door."

The System purred:

[Quest Progress: Rivalry 80%]

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