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2026-05-12 05:56:44"Why am I the one paying for his sins? Why don't you direct this vengeance toward my father instead? He is the one who ran the Syndicate!"
"You think I haven't asked that same question every night for a decade? Why me? Why my family?"
"I don't know... I didn't choose to be born an Ashford!"
"Look at me, Obi! My parents are rotting in the ground because of Gideon. My younger siblings were executed while I was forced to serve as a foot soldier for the Black Eagle, treated like a dog in the Ashfang Dominion. Your father told me that power is the only truth—that the strong do as they wish and the weak suffer what they must. Now, I have the power. Take off that silk. Get on the bed."
"Please... don't do this. I’ve never... nobody has ever touched me. Please, Cassius!"
"You're begging? I spent ten years begging! Every time Gideon or Draven used me as a punching bag, I begged. And you know what they said? They said a slave has no right to words. You aren't a Duke's son anymore. You’re my property. My personal toy."
"Stop! It hurts! You're breaking my skin!"
"Crying won't help you here. This is the first payment on a debt that can never be settled. From the moment your father’s heart stopped, you became my asset. My slave. My ghost. I am your Master now, and you will learn to obey."
"What are you doing? Why did you stop? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Turn around. Move your hands. I said turn around now!"
"I... I can't understand you when you're behind me! Cassius, please, I can't hear you!"
"I asked you a question! What the hell is that on your back? Who did this to you?"
"What? What did you say? I need to see your face!"
"I am asking you who marked you like this! These aren't fresh—these are years of abuse. You were the Duke’s son, the prince of the Ashfang Dominion. Why is your skin covered in cigarette burns and whip scars? Who dared to touch an Ashford heir this way?"
"I... I missed what you said. Please, don't be angry. I'm trying to follow your lips."
"Look at you. You’re skin and bone. You look like you haven't had a real meal since the war started. How does the son of the wealthiest Don in the country end up looking like a starved street rat with a back full of trauma? Answer me, Obi! Who did this?"
"I... I don't know what you want from me. Are you going to hit me again?"
"Dammit, look at your chin! I barely gripped you and you're bleeding. Why isn't the bleeding stopping? Even a weakling should have clotted by now. What is wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for being useless! Just tell me what to do so you'll stop yelling!"
"Get out. Just... get out of my sight. Now!"
"Where? Where do I go? You tore my clothes... I have nothing to cover myself with."
"Take the shirt on the floor. Just put it on and leave before I change my mind. Malakai! Get this boy to the Silver Chamber and lock the door. I need to find out exactly what kind of hell Gideon Ashford was running in that mansion of his."
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Claiming the RUNT 45
The concrete blocks have been cleared from the transit line, Boss," Tavian Blake reported, stepping into the armored vehicle's briefing space as the dawn light finally broke through the heavy smog. "The entire convoy is conducting a final inventory of the remaining crates before we cover the final miles to the center of the Ashfang Dominion.""Tell the enforcers to burn whatever frames can’t be towed," I commanded, my hand rubbing against the exhaustion settling deep into my temples. "We don't leave assets for the Yellow Teeth syndicate to salvage from the mud. Malakai, ensure the rear guard keeps their weapons hot until we breach the city perimeter.""Most of the luxury sedans are completely written off, Sire," Malakai Reed stated, his voice flat as he wiped carbon grease from his tactical gloves. "The security details are going to have to make the final approach on foot to keep the perimeter secure. Only the frontline captains are taking the utility bikes.""We move within ten minut
Claiming the RUNT 44
"The compound is completely artificial, Sire," Elder Nnamdi Vale shouted against the gale, his ancient hands trembling as he checked the child's pulse on the freezing rock floor. "The mercenary syndicates are using black-market neurotoxins from the eastern borders. This isn't a standard blade laceration; the poison is shutting down his respiratory system from the inside out.""Can your medical team stabilize the paralysis?" Cassius Okoye demanded, his jaw tight as he stared down at the convulsing boy."The field kits are entirely depleted of chemical antitoxins," Elder Nnamdi replied, his cracked voice laced with regret as the freezing rain washed over his face. "If we had the baseline synthetic serum from the central Ashfang Dominion labs, we could neutralize the spread, but we left the medical reserves in the primary cargo vans when the barricade was breached.""This is entirely your fault, Obi Ashford!" Aria roared, breaking through the perimeter ring of enforcers, her silk trench
Claiming the RUNT 43
Drop the weapons or I will empty this magazine into your skull, kid!" one of the mercenaries barked, his face covered in grease and soot as he yanked me upward by my leather collar."Get your hands off the young master!" Amira Cole screamed, abandoning all tactical restraint as she lunged at the closest soldier, utilizing a hidden ceramic blade to slice across his forearm before the other two operatives pinned her against the chassis of the overturned vehicle.The sheer velocity of the collision had left my skull ringing, the bitter taste of chemical smoke and fuel filling my throat as I was dragged through the gravel. This wasn't a standard territory dispute; it was a targeted, lethal raid executed by the frontline enforcers of the Yellow Teeth gang. They had deployed heavy technical trucks and modified armor to split our convoy clean down the middle, separating the security details from the primary asset transport."Hold him down!" the lead attacker shouted, his boot coming down har
Claiming the RUNT 42
Get the armored trucks secured or we will lose the entire shipment before the border," I yelled, my voice cracking under the pressure of the downpour as I watched the logistics crew struggle with the tarpaulins."The tactical line is completely fractured, Obi," Amira Cole shouted back, her fingers digging into my shoulder as she yanked me toward the transport vehicle. "There are over eight hundred armed operatives from the Yellow Teeth faction mobilizing through the quarry pass right now, and if we don't move this convoy immediately, the entire Black Eagle asset list will be confiscated by the border guards."The chaos in the staging courtyard was absolute. Adjusting to a massive tactical relocation involving nearly a thousand syndicate soldiers and their families was proving to be a logistical nightmare. For my personal transport, the underboss had assigned two heavy cargo vans to relocate the remaining Ashford family documentation, while I was ordered to occupy the principal armored
Claiming the RUNT 41
"Can you even stand up on your own, Obi?" Tavian Blake asked, his shadow lengthening across the mahogany floorboards as he cast his heavy wool coat over my blood-streaked, shivering frame.My entire nervous system was failing under the weight of the physical trauma. Every square inch of my flesh radiated an excruciating, deep-seated agony that made it impossible to formulate a coherent response. My mind was completely engulfed by a toxic mixture of suffocating rage, profound humiliation, and absolute helplessness. I couldn't comprehend how Cassius Okoye could treat me with such systematic, calculated barbarism when he possessed full knowledge that I had absolutely no hand in the historical sins committed by my father.Out of all the syndicate soldiers and lower-tier distribution runners who had expressed genuine gratitude for my silence during the asset audits, I had desperately needed the Sire himself to validate my compliance. He had given me a definitive, binding guarantee in the s
Claiming the RUNT 40
"Who gave you authorization to look through those distribution manifests?" Cassius Okoye’s voice shattered the midnight quiet of the executive library before I even heard his boots cross the threshold.I froze on the floorboards, a heavy leather-bound folder resting open across my lap. The Blackfang Enforcers stationed at the lower doors hadn't stopped me when I left the Silver Chamber; their cold, predatory indifference had softened over the last fortnight into a quiet, formal respect that had almost allowed me to forget I was still an Ashford prisoner inside my family's conquered mansion. I had lit three low candles to keep the darkness at bay, but the shadows stretching across the high bookshelves only made my pulse hammer faster against my throat.I didn't try to close the ledger. I simply pressed my spine flat against the mahogany woodwork, my breathing turning shallow as the shadow of the syndicate Sire eclipsed the dim candlelight."You're tracking the pharmaceutical supply cha
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"Hanna, stop pacing! You're making the room spin," I snapped, though the edge in my voice wasn't directed at her. I slumped against the frame of the bedroom door, my skin crawling from the cold that had settled into my marrow. Every shadow in the hall looked like a threat."Obi? Thank the heavens,
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"Do not dare forget the debt we are owed, Aria. You saw what those monsters did to Venna, to Leane, to the brothers who died in that furnace of a mine. Their blood is on the hands of the man who sired the boy sleeping in the other room. Never lose sight of that."Aria clung to me, her fingers diggi
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"Get them under control, Malakai, or I swear the next sound I hear from that pit will be the snapping of necks," Cassius growled, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that made the very air in the corridor heavy.Malakai shifted his weight, his scarred hand hovering near his holster. "They’re restl
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"Get them under control, Malakai, or I swear the next sound I hear from that pit will be the snapping of necks," Cassius growled, his voice a low, dangerous vibration that made the very air in the corridor heavy.Malakai shifted his weight, his scarred hand hovering near his holster. "They’re restl
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