Page 56 of Fear

King gave him a sharp smile. “Exactly.”

The brothers nodded one after another. The chain was cracking. The walls were closing, and Jason Rodes had just run out of places to hide.

The clubhouse was quiet. For once, no laughter echoed through the halls. No thundering music. No clinking bottles. Just tension, coiled and silent. They were at war, and everyone knew it.

Upstairs, in Goliath’s room, the air was still. Moonlight poured through the window, casting a soft glow across the bed where Sofia sat with her knees pulled to her chest, watching the door. Waiting.

When Goliath stepped through the doorway, the weight of what was to come heavy in his shoulders—she felt it before he even spoke, he didn’t need to. She stood and crossed the room in three soft steps, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his chest. He held her without hesitation, buryinghis face in her hair, breathing her in like he was afraid it might be the last time.

“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Not because I don’t trust you. But because this isn’t about just stopping him anymore. It’s about revenge. And revenge… changes people.”

His arms tightened around her. “I’m not coming back changed.”

“I know,” she said. “That’s what scares me. You’ll come back broken instead.”

Goliath pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. The gold in his gaze burned steady—not with rage this time, but with devotion.

“I was already broken,” he said quietly. “Until I met you.”

She bit her lip, her hands sliding up to his face. “And if he takes you from me—”

“He won’t.” His voice was steel. “I swear it, Sofia. Nothing is taking me from you. Not him. Not death. Not anything.”

He kissed her then—not urgent or rough, but slow and deep. The kind of kiss that said everything words couldn’t. The kind that branded. When they pulled apart, Sofia was breathless.

“Promise me something,” she said softly.

“Anything.”

“Come back with blood on your hands if you have to. Just… come back.”

Goliath rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll come back with your name on my lips and his blood under my boots.”

She smiled through the fear, through the tears threatening to rise. “I love you.”

“I’ve loved you since the second I saw you.” She nodded, finally letting go, stepping back slowly as he turned toward the door. He didn’t look back; he didn’t need to.

Chapter 24

The Wolverines moved like ghosts through the darkness. No engines. No noise. Just the crunch of boots over dry dirt, the glint of steel beneath moonlight.

The abandoned airstrip lay ahead…three hangars, one old tower, and a long, cracked tarmac used now for nothing but shadows and blood deals. Jason Rodes was inside, it was quite appropriate that a place like this would be his grave.

King raised a fist, signalling the split. Hunter and Dixon peeled left, circling toward the hangars. Frost, silent as death, moved right with Fang, covering the perimeter.

Goliath, Blue and Dash stayed centre, Goliath was like a storm bottled inside a man’s frame. His hands curled into fists, every step forward was heavier than the last, not from doubt. From rage.

He could feel it again—that heat in his chest, the tug of the bond, the echo of Sofia’s pain like it was still happening. She trusted him to end this, he would make sure not to fail her again.

They hit hard. A silent count to three—then chaos. Explosions of gunfire cracked the silence, the Wolverines tearing through Rodes’ men with precision and fury.

Hunter dropped two on sight. Dixon sent another to the ground with a shot through the leg, then followed it up with a clean kill. Fang took one down with a blade through the throat before the guy could even scream.

Goliath didn’t stop to shoot; he tore through them. He broke arms, crushed ribs, smashed skulls. He wasn’t fighting for survival, he was fighting for vengeance, and every man in his way was a dead one.

Jason was waiting in the last hangar, surrounded by what was left of his elite guards. He clapped slowly when Goliath stalked in, blood smeared across his arms, eyes glowing gold with death. “Well, well. The dog returns,” He sneered.

“You touched what’s mine.” Goliath’s voice was low. Controlled. Terrifying.

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