Shadows Between Us (Stella and Sebastian) novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318

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Outside the crystal–clear windows, Big Ben and Scrappy were locked in a fierce fight, totally enjoying themselves.

Big Ben yelled, “Scrappy, you’re done for!”

Scrappy shot back, “Big Ben, your life is mine!”

Both robots whipped their heads around. “Who’s there?”

Leaning against the window, Stella gave a lazy, relaxed wave, her hand dropping down. She looked both stunning and badass.

Beside her, Lucas cupped his cheeks in his hands, showing off his cute, squishy little face.

Scrappy instantly threw his hands up, sucking up. “Stella!”

Big Ben roared, “Shameless!”

Scrappy fired back, “You’ve got faces all over your butt!”

Stella sighed helplessly.

Not wasting a single word, she braced herself against the window leapt out with a deadpan face, and jabbed her finger right at the robots‘ chip zones.

Stella thought, ‘All this damn squabbling is driving me nuts.

‘Meeting was over!‘

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Meanwhile, in the Maybach, Sebastian sat in the back seat, his face completely expressionless.

Next to him, the cookie tin Stella had forgotten when she got ou was tipped on its side, and the sweet, buttery scent wafted through the air.

Sebastian thought, ‘It is creamy.

‘Sweet.‘

But he’d just had a tooth pulled.

Sebastian stared coldly out the window, his face blank as he showed the cookie tin away.

He thought, ‘Get lost!

‘Don’t crowd me!‘

Suddenly, John, who was driving, said, “Mr. Gray, I won’t tell Ms. Carter you were stealing her Cookie.”

The light turned red.

Sebastian glanced up at the rearview mirror.

The two of them locked eyes.

John’s stone–cold face didn’t flinch at all.

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After a moment, the light turned green.

John hit the gas and kept driving. Soon, in the back seat, Sebastian, dressed in a black suit and looking totally expressionless, popped open the cookie tin and grabbed a cookie.

As he munched, Sebastian grumbled under his breath, ‘Stella likes odd numbers. Guess I’ll have one more cookie.

John rolled his eyes.

‘Mr. Gray, please. Make sure to brush all the cookie crumbs off yourself before you get out of the car!‘ John thought.

John just flashed a little smile.

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Half an hour later, it was in Seastone Warehouse where tragedy struck for Sebastian’s father, Eric, and Holly. It had been locked away for five years, but today, those doors swung open once more.

Sunlight painted the dust in shimmering gold.

Dust floated down, settling everywhere..

Annette sat in the chair Allan had brought for her, while Conrad and Celia, their mouths still covered, slowly came to.

“Mmm!”

As their memories flashed back to just before they passed out, both of them freaked out and started struggling, convinced they’d been shipped off somewhere overseas.

But then Celia caught sight of Annette sitting there, still rocking that Denim Kraft couture black dress, her white hair perfectly styled, looking as graceful and composed as ever.

But right now, the look in her eyes was icy cold.

A member of the Yates family, dressed in a black suit, raised his hand and scattered white flower petals, fluttering down like snowflakes.

On the ground, the blood from five years ago was still there, now dried and blackened. The sheer size of those dark stains made it clear just how savage things had been back then.

The iron gate rattled from the outside.

“Mr. Gray,” voices rang out, one after another, full of respect.

Lying on the ground, Celia could only see a pair of black leather shoes slowly approaching. Her vision was swimming with tears, and with a hand still clamped over her mouth, she kept pleading for mercy.

“Sebastian, you’re here,” Annette said, looking up.

Sebastian looked like he’d just stepped out of hell, and his face was cold as ice as he took a scalpel from one of his men. “Grandma.” He said. His long, elegant fingers toyed with the razor–sharp blade, every move graceful and chilling.

“They cut the tendons in Dad and Eric’s hands,” Sebastian said, his voice icy.

They did it right in front of Sebastian.

Annette closed her eyes. She knew.

She’d read every single word of the autopsy reports for Sebastians father, Eric, and Holly back then.

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Before Holly died, she’d even been abused by those mercenaries

Annette thought, ‘Animals, every last one of them!‘

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Sebastian kept his eyes lowered, his face ghostly pale with a shadow of blue–gray gloom. No one could read the depths of darkness hidden behind those eyes.

“Keir,” Morgan said, his voice icy.

Keir gave a silent signal, and his men stepped forward, faces blank as they pinned down the thrashing Conrad and Celia. They strapped each of them to a standing–height table, arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

Annette waved her hand, and the hands covering their mouths were removed.

“Annette, you are a Christian! You can’t do this!” Celia screamed, her hair stuck to her sweaty face. She felt her clothes pulled up, a heavy iron pot pressed against her stomach, and something inside kept squeaking.

They sounded like rats.

Annette gave her a frosty look. “Looks like God and I were never meant to cross paths.”

Annette yanked the prayer beads off her wrist and, right in front of Celia, snapped them apart, her face blank. The beads scattered across the floor, cold as ice.

Celia shuddered.

Conrad was already scared out of his mind, practically wetting himself.

“This pot is full of rats that haven’t eaten in days. Once we heat it up, they’ll go nuts and go straight for the tenderest bits,” Morgan explained, his striking features twisted into something devilish.

Sebastian elegantly sliced open the skin over Conrad’s tendons. #lood welled up, but not a single drop stained him.

Conrad screamed.

Celia was trembling uncontrollably, forced to watch Conrad’s miserable situation. The whole scene was a living nightmare. “I don’t want to die!” she cried, shaking her head frantically.

Sebastian looked up, his eyes cold as ice. “Don’t worry. You won’t die.”

Sebastian thought, ‘This is just a little parting gift before I send you away.

With that, he precisely severed the tendons in Conrad’s hands and feet, just like the mercenaries did five years back.

Celia’s pupils shrank in terror, her whole body frozen with fear.

She could only watch helplessly as Sebastian strode toward her, the scalpel held low at his side, blood still dripping from its blade.

Behind her, Allan and Morgan stood with icy stares, cold and merciless.

Celia screamed.

Night fell in Jaffina. The Bar Street was the turf of the Shadow Alliance, a lawless zone where all the top talents and oddballs from Clusia gathered. Once night hit, the place came alive.

The Shadow Alliance was the biggest underground organization in the world, a secretive force that no one dared to talk

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about.

No one could say for sure where their headquarters were.

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On the curb, a bunch of kids with hair dyed every color imaginable were clustered together, smoke curling in the air as they puffed away.

They were all decked out in crazy, over–the–top outfits.

Right next to them, luxury sports cars were just dumped wherever, totally blocking the main drag.

One unlucky cabbie got stuck behind them, so this middle–aged guy hopped out, trying to talk some sense into the group, hoping they’d scoot their cars over a little.

“Fuck you! Get lost!” the leader snapped, flicking his cigarette but away.

He swaggered straight toward the driver, about to slam a kick into the guy’s gut, when suddenly, a savage screech tore through the air, as if a peregrine falcon swooped down.

The bleached punk screamed as he grabbed the right side of his face, blood gushing out between his fingers.

The bleached punk’s crew, who’d been joking around just seconds ago, all surged forward, shouting, “Who the fuck is it? Get your ass out here!”

“Peregrine,” a cold, captivating woman’s voice rang out through the crowd.

An old lady with silver hair, dressed in a striking red dress, stepped out from the back seat of the taxi. Even though she was clearly elderly, her face was so youthful and beautiful that it left everyone speechless.

As she finished speaking, a peregrine falcon swooped down from above and landed right on her shoulder. The bird was chubby, its face so round and plump it looked like it could pop.

Anyone could tell at a glance that this bird was living large.

“You little rascal,” Serpentina said, scratching the peregrine falcom under its chin. She glanced up at the Bar Street sign, looking bored.

She thought, ‘Man, it’s been ages since I came here. I almost forgot where this place even was.

Lucky we bumped into this middle–aged driver; he’s got a good femper and didn’t even get annoyed with us five old–timers, just kept driving us around and around!

Then, four more old–timers piled out of the back seat.

ViperShade was decked out in tattered clothes, a huge cloth bag lung across his body.

Geezer was clutching a bundle of skeleton bones in his arms.

Razorstrike was hoisting a giant hammer on his shoulder.

Professor Cipher was clutching a fat encyclopedia, looking all nerdy and bookish behind his glasses.

“Hey, kids, we told you to move your cars, but you just had to ignore us. Now you’ve pissed off the old witch. Serves you right,” Geezer said, shaking his head sarcastically and waving the skeleton claw right in their faces.

The bleached punk yelled, “Do you guys even know who I am? Hah? Do you?”

“Really? And who are you supposed to be?” Serpentina, dressed in red, arched an eyebrow. Serpentina thought, ‘Wow, we haven’t been back to Clusia in ages. Are all the kids this disrespectful now?‘

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Meanwhile, the middle–aged driver just stood there, totally stunned, as Professor Cipher handed him a fat wad of cash. It must be over a thousand. “This…” he asked.

This is way too much!‘ the driver thought, completely floored.

Professor Cipher gave him a gentle smile. “Go on, get out of her

The driver hesitated. “But what about you folks?”

Professor Cipher just smiled, waving him away.

The bleached punk, still clutching his right cheek, boasted, “Go ask around. My dad owns this whole Bar Street.”

“Your dad? Who?” Razorstrike turned his head, deadpan.

The punks were speechless.

As they were talking, the punks were already on their phones, calling for backup.

The once–busy Bar Street suddenly went silent, and out of nowhere, a bunch of thugs with steel pipes started pouring out of the bars, swaggering out, looking mean as hell.

Razorstrike’s hands were itching for action as he hefted his giant hammer. The thing almost got confiscated at security, but luckily, their international credentials did the trick.

They could come and go wherever they wanted.

“Razorstrike, don’t you feel embarrassed? An old guy like you roughing up these youngsters?” Serpentina said, giving him a sidelong look.

Without missing a beat, Razorstrike stepped back and rumbled, “All yours.”

Geezer clicked his tongue.

Serpentina stood at the very front, casually playing with the peregrine falcon as she faced down a mob of over a hundred thugs.

The peregrine falcon let out a little cry.

‘Hell, this little fluffball is just trying to act cute, Razorstrike thought.

Serpentina lowered her gaze. “I don’t need you.”

Suddenly, a clear bell jingled on her wrist, ringing out in a three–ong, two–short rhythm.

“What is this, some kind of TV drama? You think ringing a bell is gonna bring in the cavalry?” The thugs laughed.

They were totally oblivious that the bell’s chime was so piercing hat it was inaudible to human ears. But it traveled deep underground, reaching several hundred feet below.

In the darkness, countless icy eyes suddenly snapped open, each one glowing with a chilling, sinister light.

At that very moment, deep inside Bar Street’s inner sanctum, Tony and the other big shots from Haliville stood off to the side, looking totally out of place.

Back home, they were the ones calling the shots, but here in Jaflina’s inner sanctum, they were just small fry.

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The three elders sat in the main seats, brows furrowed, staring at their phones in silence for ages.

The middle–aged bosses stood off to the side, not daring to make a sound.

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“Has anyone managed to add the new leader on social media?” one of the white–bearded elders finally asked the other two.

The other two just nodded, speechless.

The three elders sighed together. ‘We’re just small fry compared to the new boss, they all thought.

They were totally beneath the new leader’s notice.

Tony snuck a glance over, thinking, ‘What the hell are they even alking about?‘

He was completely baffled.

He wondered, Who’s this ‘leader‘ they’re talking about?

What new boss? Did we get a new one and nobody told us?‘

“I heard only that shameless guy from the Dorestan Medical Alliance managed to add the new boss. He wouldn’t shut up about it in the group chat the other day,” another elder snorted. Showing off like that… Not that I’m jealous or anything!”

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The middle–aged bosses just stared at him, totally speechless.