Chapter 2117 - APP 71

I turned to Martin, my voice calm but laced with an unspoken threat. "Unlock her."

Martin moved without hesitation, his fingers deftly releasing the handcuffs from Jayden's wrists. She rubbed her raw skin, her eyes darting between the officers and me under my control. The air in the room was thick with tension, her breath still uneven from the horror she'd just witnessed.

I stepped closer, my voice low and deliberate. "Now, go bring Arturo, Lorena, and Lorena's mother here. I want to see them."

Jayden's eyes widened, her body tensing as if she were about to bolt. I didn't give her the chance. "Don't think about playing any tricks," I warned, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "Otherwise, you'll bear the consequences."

She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing as she nodded, her fear palpable. "Y-yes," she stuttered.

I smirked, my voice dripping with mock patience. "What are you waiting for? Go bring them here. I'm waiting for you."

Jayden didn't waste another second. She turned and ran out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway like a drumbeat of desperation.

I shifted my attention to Martin, John, and Larry, who stood motionless, their expressions blank. "Go bring Jayden's family here," I ordered, my voice steady and unyielding. "Don't use force. Don't threaten them. Just invite them."

They nodded in unison, their movements synchronized like soldiers following an order. Without another word, they turned and walked out, their steps echoing in the empty hallway.

I watched them leave, then turned and walked out after them, my hands in my pockets, my expression unreadable. The station was eerily quiet, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a swarm of insects.

The moment I stepped into the main area of the station, I was met with the sight of Jayden standing at the center of a sea of armed officers

, their guns trained on me. The air was thick with tension, the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on their determined faces. Jayden stood tall, her posture rigid, but I could see the fear in her eyes—the fear of a woman who had just realized she was out of her depth.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I took in the scene. "Mrs. Jayden," I said, my voice dripping with amusement, "haven't you seen enough? Why do you want to kill these innocent people?"

Jayden's lips curled into a sneer, her eyes blazing with defiance. "Innocent?" she scoffed, her voice sharp and cutting. "You stand there, surrounded by the bodies of men you controlled like puppets, and you talk about innocence?"

She gestured to the officers around her, their sunglasses reflecting the harsh overhead lights. "I know your game, Jack. I studied you. You need eye contact for that hypnosis trick of yours. Well, guess what?" She spread her arms wide, indicating the sea of officers. "They're all wearing sunglasses. You can't hypnotize them. You can't control them. You're trapped."

I couldn't help but admire her. She was sharp, relentless, and far more dangerous than I'd given her credit for. But she still didn't understand the depth of what she was up against.

I smiled, my gaze sweeping over the armed officers. "You're clever, Jayden," I said, my voice smooth, almost complimentary. "I'll give you that. But you still don't understand the game you're playing."

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. "I'm not playing any game," she snapped. "I'm ending yours."

I took a step forward, my voice dropping to a whisper that carried through the silence. "Then why are you so afraid?"

Jayden's breath hitched, her eyes flickering for just a second. "I'm not afraid of you," she spat, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

I raised an eyebrow. "No? Then why are you sweating?"

She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her expression twisting into a scowl. "It's hot in here."

I laughed, the sound echoing through the station. "Oh, Jayden," I said, shaking my head. "You still think this is about justice?"

Her eyes burned with fury. "It's about stopping you. And I will."

I took another step forward, my voice calm, almost conversational. "You really think sunglasses are enough to stop me?"

Jayden's confidence faltered for just a second, but she recovered quickly, her voice sharp. "I know they are. Your hypnosis requires eye contact. That's how it works. That's how you controlled John and Larry. But not these men. Not now."

I smirked. "You're half-right, Jayden. Eye contact is the easiest way. But it's not the only way."

Her expression darkened, her brow furrowing. "What the hell does that mean?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I let my gaze drift over the officers, my voice dropping to a low, hypnotic tone. "You see, Jayden, fear is a powerful thing. And right now? You're terrified."

She scoffed, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. "I'm not terrified of you."

"No?" I said, my voice soft, almost mocking. "Then why are you holding your breath?"

Jayden exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She glared at me, her voice trembling with rage. "You're bluffing."

I smiled. "Am I?"

One of the officers shifted uncomfortably, his gun wavering slightly in his grip. His fingers trembled, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Jayden's eyes darted to him, her voice sharp and commanding. "Stay focused! He's manipulating you!" she snapped, her own voice trembling with desperation.

I chuckled, my amusement dark and knowing. "Oh, Jayden," I said, my voice smooth, almost mocking. "You still think you're in control?"

With a flick of my will, I unleashed my telekinesis. The sunglasses on every officer in the room twisted, contorted, and flew off their faces, clattering to the ground in a chaotic rain of plastic and metal. Every pair—except Jayden's.

The officers gasped, their hands flying to their faces as if they'd been struck. "W-what the—?" one stammered, his voice thick with confusion. "I—I wasn't—" Another officer clutched his head, his gun dropping slightly as he staggered. "This—this isn't me! I'm not taking them off! NO!"

Jayden's face paled. "WHY ARE YOU TAKING OFF YOUR SUNGLASSES?!" she screamed, her voice cracking with terror. She backed up, her hands shaking as she pressed herself against the nearest wall, her eyes darting between the officers and me. "STOP IT! YOU'RE BEING CONTROLLED! FIGHT IT!"

But it was too late.

-x-X-x-

Jayden's hands trembled as she raised her gun, her finger tightening around the trigger. Her eyes were wild, her breath ragged—a woman pushed to the edge. "Stop," she snarled, her voice breaking with desperation, "or I'll shoot."

I chuckled, my amusement dark and unshaken. I didn't even glance at her. Instead, I turned to Martin, John, and Larry, who stood beside me like silent sentinels. "What are you waiting for?" I said, my voice calm, almost bored. "Complete the task I gave you."

Without hesitation, they turned and began moving away, their steps measured, their expressions blank.

Jayden's voice cracked. "STOP! DON'T MOVE!" Her gun didn't waver. She was past reasoning, past fear—she had nothing left to lose. "If I kill you," she whispered, her voice raw, "everything will be fine."

And then—

BANG.

The gunshot echoed through the station like a thunderclap. The bullet tore through the air, a silver streak of death aimed straight for my head.

I didn't flinch.

With a flick of my will, I stopped the bullet mere centimeters from my forehead, suspending it in midair as if time itself had frozen. My fingers twitched, and the bullet drifted into my palm, spinning slowly between my thumb and forefinger.

Jayden's breath hitched. Her eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror. "How—how is this possible?!" she stammered, her gun slipping from her fingers, clattering to the floor.

The other officers—still immobilized by my telekinesis—stared in terrified awe. One of them whimpered, his voice shaking. "This... this isn't possible..." Another officer backed up, his face ashen. "What is happening?!" His voice cracked. "Is this some kind of trick? It has to be—"

I smirked, rolling the bullet between my fingers before crushing it into dust with a mere thought. The metallic fragments scattered like ash, drifting to the ground.

"No trick," I said, my voice smooth, almost conversational. "Just power."

Jayden's legs gave out. She sank to her knees, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You—you're not human..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I crouched in front of her, my gaze locking onto hers. "Oh, Jayden," I murmured, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "I'm whatever you need me to be."

She shook her head, her tears spilling over. "This isn't real..." she choked out. "This can't be—"

I stood, my voice cold. "It's as real as the bodies on the floor."

The officers around us began to whimper, their fear palpable. One of them dropped to his knees, his hands clutching his head. "I don't want to see this..." he moaned. "I don't want to be here—"

I ignored them. My focus was on Jayden—broken, defeated, but still defiant.

"Where are Martin, John, and Larry?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I didn't answer Jayden. I didn't need to.

Instead, I chuckled, my gaze sweeping over the remaining officers—the ones who had thrown away their sunglasses in panic. Their eyes were wide, terrified, and completely exposed. With a single thought, I unleashed Absolute Hypnosis, my voice a low, commanding whisper:

"You are mine."

One by one, their bodies slumped into submissive bows, their guns clattering to the ground. Their breaths hitched, their minds now utterly enslaved to my will. The station, once a symbol of authority, was now my kingdom.

Jayden's face twisted in horror and disbelief. She staggered back, her hand pressing against the wall as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. "No... no, this isn't—" Her voice cracked. "You can't—you can't control all of them—"

I turned to her, my expression cold, my voice calm. "I am giving you one last chance." I tilted my head, studying her broken form. "Bring Lorena, her mother, and Arturo here." I let the threat hang in the air, unspoken but crushing. "Otherwise..."

Jayden's breath came in ragged gasps. She knew she had lost. But she wasn't done fighting.

"I'll bring them," she whispered, her voice hollow.

She turned and ran, her footsteps echoing down the hallway like a condemned woman's last steps.

I sat down in a chair, my fingers steepled, my expression unreadable. With a flick of my wrist, I pulled out my phone and activated SERA.

"SERA," I said, my voice low, "control the situation."

"Affirmative, Master Jack. Initiating full spectral dominance. All external communications, surveillance, and law enforcement responses are now under my control. The station is locked down. No one enters. No one leaves."

I smirked. "Good. I don't want to deal with the annoyance of fighting the whole world." My fingers tapped against the armrest. "Not yet."

I pulled up the global news feeds on my phone. The headlines were already exploding:

BREAKING: U.S. GOVERNMENT DEMANDS ANSWERS IN MEXICO'S POLICE STATION STANDOFF.Sources confirm Jack Reynolds, a billionaire and U.S. citizen, is being detained unlawfully in Mexico.

White House releases statement: "The safety of our citizens is our top priority. We will not tolerate slander or threats against Mr. Reynolds."

I chuckled. "Of course." The American government was scrambling. I was one of the richest men in the world—a weapon, an asset, a symbol. If anything happened to me, it would be a global embarrassment, a sign of weakness. They couldn't afford to let me fall.

Not when I was this powerful.

I pulled up Jayden's location and communications through SERA. She was still fighting.

"She's contacting her superiors," SERA informed me, her voice smooth. "Transmitting now."

Jayden's voice came through, frantic and raw:

"Sir, this is Officer Jayden James! I don't care what you've heard—Reynolds isn't just dangerous, he's not human! He's controlling people with his eyes, he stopped a bullet with his mind—!" Her breath hitched. "I need backup, I need authority—if we don't act now, he's going to—"

A superior's voice cut in, skeptical and dismissive: "Officer James, you're under extreme stress. We have reports of a hostage situation, but your claims are—"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK!" Jayden screamed. "He's real! He's here! And if you don't listen, he's going to kill us all!"

I smirked. "Pathetic."

SERA's voice was calm. "She is also attempting to track Martin, John, and Larry. She suspects they are carrying out your orders."

I leaned back, my voice cold. "Shield them. I don't want her finding out yet."

"Affirmative. Activating spectral cloaking. Their locations are now undetectable."

Jayden's voice came through again, desperate and furious: "Damn it! Their signals just vanished! Sir, you have to believe me—"

I cut the feed. "Enough."

-x-X-x-

Jayden didn't listen to her superior. She didn't listen to anyone. While I waited, she had been mobilizing every resource she had—not just cops, but elite soldiers, men with automatic rifles, men trained to neutralize threats without hesitation. She wasn't coming to arrest me.

She was coming to bury me.

Half an hour passed.

The door creaked open, and Martin, John, and Larry returned—not with Lorena or Arturo, but with two terrified civilians: a young girl with wide, frightened eyes and a man with a hardened jaw, both looking around in confusion.

"Sir, they are here," Martin announced, his voice empty of emotion.

The man—Benito, Jayden's husband—scanned the room, his voice tight with concern. "Where is Jayden?" His eyes flicked to me, and his expression darkened. "And who the hell are you?"

I stepped forward, my smile easy, my voice smooth as silk. "Hello, sir," I said. "I think you've heard of me by now."

The girl—Patricia, Jayden's daughter—gasped, her eyes widening in recognition. "You—you're Jack Reynolds!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of awe and terror. "You're everywhere on the news! They're saying you're—"

"A monster?" I finished for her, my smile never wavering. "A villain? A man with too much power?" I chuckled. "Depends on who you ask, doesn't it?"

Benito's fists clenched. "Where. Is. My. Wife?" His voice was a low growl, dangerous and controlled.

I ignored him for a moment, turning my attention to Patricia. "And what's your name, beautiful?" I asked, my tone almost tender.

She hesitated, her voice trembling. "P-Patricia."

"Patricia," I repeated, as if tasting the name. "Lovely."

Benito's patience snapped. "Answer me, damn you!" he barked, stepping forward—only for John and Larry to block his path, their expressions blank, their bodies unmoving.

Before I could respond—

BANG.

The station doors exploded inward, shattered by a breaching charge. Jayden stormed in, Lorena, Arturo, and his wife in tow—all handcuffed, all blindfolded, stumbling as they were shoved forward by half a dozen armed soldiers in full tactical gear.

Jayden's face was a mask of fury and desperation, her gun raised, her eyes locking onto me with pure, unadulterated hatred.

But then—

Her gaze flickered past me.

And landed on Benito and Patricia.

"Patricia?!" Jayden's voice cracked, her gun wavering as she stared at them in horrified disbelief. "Benito?! What—what are you doing here?!"

Patricia's voice was small, confused. "M-Mom? You—you called us here..." She looked at Martin, her brow furrowing. "The police officer said you needed us—"

Jayden's face paled. She turned to me, her breath ragged, her voice a whisper of realization. "You..."

I smiled, spreading my hands in a mocking gesture of innocence. "I just wanted to meet the family."

Benito's voice was a low, deadly snarl. "Jayden. What the hell is going on?"

Jayden's gun clattered to the floor. She took a stumbling step forward, her hands reaching out toward her family. "No... no, no—" Her voice broke. "You monster... You used them?!"

I didn't answer. I didn't need to.

The soldiers behind her shifted uncomfortably, their rifles still trained on me, but their confidence was wavering. They had seen the news. They had heard the rumors. But none of them had seen the truth.

Until now.

Patricia looked between Jayden and me, her voice trembling. "Mom... what's happening?"

Jayden's breath hitched. She dropped to her knees, her hands covering her face. "Oh God... oh God—" Her shoulders shook with sobs. "I didn't know... I didn't know he would—"

I cut her off, my voice cold and amused. "Would what, Jayden?" I stepped closer, my shadow falling over her. "Use them as leverage? Just like you used me?"

She looked up at me, her face twisted in agony. "You sick bastard—" Her voice was raw, broken. "You dragged my family into this?!"

I crouched in front of her, my voice a whisper. "No, Jayden." I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I'm just a man who doesn't lose."

Benito's voice was a roar of fury. "Jayden, what is this?!" He lunged forward, but John and Larry grabbed his arms, holding him back effortlessly.

Patricia's voice was a whisper of terror. "Mom... I'm scared—"

Jayden's breath hitched. She reached out a trembling hand toward her daughter. "Patricia, baby, I—"

I stood, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Enough."

The soldiers behind Jayden lowered their guns slightly, their faces pale. One of them swallowed hard, his voice barely audible. "Sir... what the hell is this?"

I didn't look at him.

I kept my eyes on Jayden.

"Your move," I said.

Jayden's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked at her family—her husband, enraged and helpless; her daughter, terrified and confused—and then at me, her eyes filled with a mix of hatred and despair.

"You win," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You win."

I smiled.

"Oh, Jayden," I said, my voice mockingly gentle. "This isn't about winning."

She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears. "Then what is it about?"

I leaned in, my voice a deadly whisper.

"It's about showing you... that no matter how hard you fight..." I glanced at Benito and Patricia, then back at her. "I always get what I want."

The soldiers behind her exchanged nervous glances. One of them lowered his rifle completely, his hands shaking. "This ain't right, man..." he muttered.

Jayden's voice was a raw, desperate plea. "Please... just let them go—"

I didn't answer.

Instead, I turned to Martin, John, and Larry.

"Take them somewhere safe," I ordered. "And make sure Jayden watches."

Benito roared, lunging forward again, but the officers dragged him back, their grips unbreakable. "Jayden, NO!"

Patricia screamed, her voice high with terror. "MOM! DAD! DON'T LEAVE ME—!"

Jayden's scream tore through the station, a sound of pure, unfiltered agony. "NO! PATRICIA! BENITO! PLEASE—!"

But it was too late.

Martin, John, and Larry dragged Benito and Patricia away, their expressions blank, their movements mechanical. Jayden collapsed, her body wracked with sobs, her hands clawing at the floor as if she could dig her way to them.

The soldiers stepped back, their faces a mix of horror and disbelief. One of them dropped his rifle completely, his voice shaking. "This is wrong... we can't just—"

I turned to them, my voice cold and final.

"You don't have a choice."

Jayden's voice was a broken whisper.

"I'll kill you..."

I smiled.

"No," I said. "You won't."

And then—

The station plunged into silence.

-x-X-x-

Lorena, Arturo, and his wife—still bound but no longer blindfolded—flinched as the last of the cloth was torn away. The dim light of the station stung their eyes, but it was the sight of me that made them freeze.

Lorena's voice was hoarse, disbelieving. "Jack... is that you?"

I didn't look at her immediately. Instead, I turned to Jayden, my voice cold and commanding. "Open their blindfolds. And their handcuffs."

Jayden hesitated, her fingers trembling as she glanced toward the door where Benito and Patricia had been taken. But the thought of her family—her husband, her daughter—still under my control forced her into action. With shaking hands, she unlocked the cuffs and tore away the last of the blindfolds.

The blindfolds slipped away, and Lorena, Arturo, and his wife blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights of the station. Their eyes adjusted just in time to see me standing before them, calm, composed, and utterly in control.

Lorena's breath hitched, her face twisting into a mixture of shock and fury. Arturo's jaw clenched, his eyes darting between the armed soldiers surrounding us and me, confusion and defiance warring in his expression.

Lorena's eyes locked onto me, her expression twisting from confusion to pure, unfiltered rage. "Jack," she hissed, her voice trembling with fury. "You consider me a friend?"

I met her gaze, my voice smooth, almost regretful. "I do."

"Then why did you harm my family like this?!" she snapped, her fists clenching at her sides. "You destroyed us! You humiliated us! You—"

Arturo, still confused and defiant, looked between Jayden and me, his voice sharp with suspicion. "Officer Jayden, what the hell is going on here?!" His eyes flicked to the armed soldiers surrounding us. "What is this?!"

I ignored him, keeping my gaze on Lorena. "I didn't want to harm your family," I said, my voice low, almost apologetic. "But your father... he went too far." I exhaled, as if burdened by the weight of my own actions. "I just wanted to teach him a lesson."

Lorena's lips curled in disgust. "A lesson?!" she spat. "You ruined us!" Her voice cracked, her eyes burning with betrayal and fury. "And now you stand there, acting as if you care?!"

I didn't flinch. "I do care, Lorena," I said, my voice cold and measured. "But your father forced my hand. He thought he could play me. He thought he could control me." I shook my head, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And he humiliated me...."

Arturo's face twisted in outrage. "You bastard!" he snarled, stepping forward—only for two soldiers to block his path, their rifles trained on him. "You think you can just walk in here and—"

"I did walk in here," I interrupted, my voice mockingly calm. "And I walked out with everything I wanted." I turned to him, my smile cold and calculating. "Mr. Arturo... it looks like you still haven't learned the truth."

Arturo spat on the ground, his face twisting in disgust. "I don't need to learn anything from a criminal like you!" His voice rose, defiant and trembling with fury.

"I've already told everything—your killings, your torture of Diaz, your dealings with Tony—to those officers out there!" He gestured wildly toward the soldiers. "You won't have a good end, Reynolds! They know what you've done!"

I chuckled, my amusement dark and knowing. Then, I turned to Jayden, my voice mockingly curious. "Officer Jayden..." I drawled, "What do you think?"

Jayden's face was pale, her body still trembling from the horror of what I'd done to her family. But when she spoke, her voice was raw, broken, yet defiant.

"I think..." she began, her voice cracking, "you're a monster."

I smiled.

"No, Jayden," I said, my voice soft, almost gentle. "I'm just a man who doesn't lose."

Arturo's face twisted in fury. "You arrogant—"

"Enough." My voice sliced through his, sharp as a blade. I turned back to Lorena, my expression suddenly serious.

"Lorena... I gave you chances. I gave you warnings." I exhaled, as if weary of the fight. "But you chose to stand with him." I gestured to Arturo. "And now... you'll watch what happens when you bet against me."

Lorena's breath hitched, her eyes widening in terror. "Jack... please—" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her hands trembling. "We can fix this. We can—"

"There's no fixing this," I said, my voice final. "Not anymore."

Arturo's laughter was bitter, hollow, the sound of a man who thought he still had a shred of control. "You think you're untouchable?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt and desperation.

"You think your money and your tricks can save you from the law?" He shook his head, his eyes burning with hatred and defiance. "You're finished, Reynolds. The moment those soldiers out there realize what you really are, they'll tear you apart."

I didn't react. Not with anger, not with fear. I simply turned to Jayden, my voice cold, commanding, and laced with amusement.

"Officer Jayden," I said, my tone mockingly curious, "what do you think?"

Jayden stood there, her body trembling, her breath ragged. She knew the truth—everything was under my control. The soldiers, the station, even her own family. She was broken, but not yet shattered.

For a moment, she hesitated. Then, with a shuddering breath, she turned to the soldiers—her own men, the ones she had brought to stop me.

"Lower your weapons," she ordered, her voice hoarse but firm.

The soldiers exchanged glances, confusion flickering across their faces. But they obeyed. One by one, their rifles dropped, the barrels pointing toward the ground.

Arturo's face twisted in shock. "Jayden, what the fuck are you doing?!" he snarled, his voice raw with betrayal. "Don't forget who you work for!"

Jayden didn't look at him. Instead, she stepped forward, her hand balling into a fist—

And slapped Arturo across the face.

The crack echoed through the station.

"You are slandering someone," she spat, her voice trembling with fury.

Arturo staggered, his hand flying to his cheek, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Jayden—!"

I clapped my hands, slow and deliberate, as if watching a performance.

"Bravo," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "Officer Jayden... I am quite satisfied with you."

-x-X-x-

I turned to Jayden, my voice cold and detached, as if discussing the weather. "Officer Jayden..." I said, my tone mockingly casual, "I don't like these soldiers. Why don't you kill them all?"

The soldiers shifted uncomfortably, their fingers tightening around their rifles. Some of them swallowed hard, their faces pale, but none of them dared to move. They had seen Jayden's husband and daughter under my control. They knew resistance was futile.

Jayden's breath hitched, her body trembling. She looked at me, her eyes wide with horror, but she didn't dare to refuse. Not with Benito and Patricia's lives hanging in the balance.

Arturo, however, didn't hold back.

"Let me talk to your superiors!" he snarled, his voice raw with fury. "What kind of monster are you, making us all come here like this?!" His eyes burned into mine, his voice dripping with venom. "Jack... you messed with the wrong person." His fists clenched, his body trembling with rage. "You won't get out of here alive."

I didn't flinch. Instead, I smiled, my voice calm and amused.

"Haven't you seen the news, Arturo?" I said, my tone mockingly gentle. "I cannot die on Mexican soil." I tilted my head, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Otherwise, the whole country will be targeted." I spread my hands, as if stating the obvious.

"So no matter what you do... I will get out of here fine." My eyes locked onto his, my voice cold and final. "Just think about yourself."

Arturo's face twisted in disgust. "You think you can stay safe?" he spat. "Why do you think you won't be killed once you reach America?" His lips curled into a sneer. "I have my people working on every job. You won't last a day."

I chuckled, my amusement dark and knowing. "Really?"

I turned to Lorena, my voice sharp and commanding. "Lorena..." I said, my tone cold and unyielding. "What is your choice?" I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Will you stay with your dead father..." I gestured to Arturo, my voice dripping with contempt, "...or follow me?"

Lorena's breath hitched, her eyes widening in terror. She looked at Arturo, then at me, her voice trembling. "I—I don't know—"

I cut her off, my voice sharp as a blade. "You should know." I stepped even closer, my voice low and deadly. "I never do things I'm not sure about." I gestured to the police officers and soldiers standing like statues around us.

"And see your situation." My voice dropped to a whisper. "Why do you think these police officers and soldiers listen to me..." I let the words hang in the air, my smile cold and triumphant. "And not do anything to me?"

Silence.

Lorena's eyes darted between the officers and me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

I yelled, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Why don't you reply?!"

The police officers under my control roared in unison, their voices echoing through the station like a thunderclap.

"Yes, Master!"

Lorena flinched, her body trembling violently. Arturo's face paled, his voice a hoarse, disbelieving whisper. "This... this isn't possible..."

I didn't waste another second.

With a flick of my will, I spread my telekinesis like a suffocating wave, crushing their resistance. The soldiers gasped, their bodies locking in place, their knees buckling under an unseen force.

"Kneel," I commanded, my voice cold and unyielding.

Their panicked voices rang out, raw and desperate.

"No—how is this possible—?" "I can't—my legs won't—!" "Please—stop—!"

But they couldn't stop. One by one, they collapsed to their knees, their rifles clattering to the ground, their breaths coming in ragged, terrified gasps.

I turned to Officer Jayden, my voice sharp and commanding.

"Officer Jayden," I said, my tone mockingly impatient. "I don't have time." My eyes locked onto hers, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Kill all those soldiers... and you and your family will be free..." I let the words hang in the air, my smile cold and calculating. "Otherwise..."

Jayden's body trembled, her breath hitching. She looked at the terrified soldiers, then at Benito and Patricia, her voice a broken whisper. "I—I can't—"

Arturo, Lorena, and her mother stood dumbfounded, their faces pale with horror. Arturo's voice was a raw, disbelieving snarl. "You monster—"

I cut him off, my voice sharp as a blade. I turned to the police officers under my control, my voice cold and final.

"Go. Remove the masks from every soldier." My tone dropped to a whisper, my eyes gleaming with cruelty. "And go search for their families in the database... and kill them all."

The soldiers froze, their faces twisting in terror as the police officers moved toward them, their steps mechanical, their expressions blank.

"No—!" one soldier choked out, his voice cracking. "Officer Jayden, please—!" His hands clutched his rifle, his body shaking. "We don't want to implicate our families—!"

Another soldier began to sob, his voice a desperate plea. "Officer Jayden, kill us—!" His breath hitched, his tears spilling over. "Please... mercy—!"

I raised a hand, my voice cutting through the chaos like a knife.

"Stop."

Silence.

The police officers froze, their movements halting instantly.

I smiled, my voice smooth and mocking. "I'll give you a chance." My eyes swept over the kneeling soldiers, my voice cold and final. "Surrender to me... or die."

The soldiers exchanged terrified glances. One of them swallowed hard, his voice a trembling whisper. "We... we surrender..."

I nodded, my smile cold and triumphant.

"Good."

With a flick of my will, I unleashed my telepathy, crushing their minds, rewriting their loyalty.

Their bodies jerked, their eyes glazing over—

The soldiers' voices boomed in unison, their bodies jerking like marionettes, their eyes glazing over with blind obedience.

"Master!"

Lorena and Arturo stood frozen, their faces pale with shock. Lorena's breath hitched, her voice a trembling whisper. "This... this isn't possible..."

Jayden's eyes widened in horror, her voice breaking with realization. "You—you don't need..." Her voice cracked, her body trembling. "You don't need to look people in the eye to control them..." She staggered back, her voice raw with terror. "You—you lied..."

I chuckled, my amusement dark and knowing. "Oh, Jayden," I said, my voice smooth and mocking. "I didn't lie." I tilted my head, my smile cold and calculating. "I just didn't tell you everything."

Jayden's breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking. "How—?" Her voice was barely a whisper, her eyes filled with dread. "How is this possible?!"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I turned to the enslaved soldiers, their minds now mine, their wills crushed under my power. I gestured to them, my voice cold and commanding.

"Rise."

They obeyed instantly, their bodies moving in perfect unison, their eyes blank, their loyalty absolute.

-x-X-x-

Jayden's body trembled violently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking with desperation.

"I—I am willing to surrender to you..." Her voice cracked, her hands clutching at the air as if she could grab onto hope. "Please... let my family go? Please..."

I nodded, my expression cold but satisfied. "Good choice, Jayden."

But before I could say anything else—

Arturo's voice cut through the tension, sharp and dripping with skepticism. "What kind of tricks are you guys playing?" His eyes narrowed, his voice laced with contempt.

"Is this your plan? To play this drama in front of me?" He scoffed, his voice raw with defiance. "To make me surrender?"

His confidence rippled through the room, making Lorena and her mother's eyes flicker with doubt. For a moment, they hesitated, as if clinging to Arturo's defiance like a lifeline.

But Jayden—who knew the truth—could only look at them with pity.

Arturo's voice rose, his tone mocking and arrogant. "If you really have this kind of power..." He spat the words, his eyes burning with defiance. "You wouldn't be sitting here... in a police station!" His lips curled into a sneer. "You'd be ruling the world!"

I chuckled, my amusement dark and knowing. "Oh, Arturo," I said, my voice smooth and mocking. "Who says I'm not?"

His face twisted in fury. "You're bluffing!"

Suddenly, the sharp click of footsteps echoed through the station. A middle-aged man in a crisp suit strode in, his eyes sweeping over the scene—the soldiers, the police officers, Jayden, Arturo, and his family—before finally landing on me. He walked over, his expression polite but firm.

"Hello, Mr. Jack," he said, his voice smooth and professional. "We are sorry for the inconvenience."

I smiled, my voice calm and amused. "It's not an inconvenience."

I quickly scanned the person with the AI Lens to find that he is Nico and he is the Head of National Security.

The man—Nico, Head of National Security—turned to Jayden, his voice sharp and authoritative. "Jayden! What the fuck are you doing with these soldiers here?" His eyes narrowed, his voice laced with frustration. "Did you listen to any word I said?"

Jayden panicked, her voice trembling. "Sir... I—I'm sorry—"

I stepped in, my voice smooth and diplomatic. "I think there's been a misunderstanding," I said, my tone calm and reassuring. I turned to Nico, my smile charming and confident. "Officer Jayden is here, worried about my security, so she brought these soldiers, assigning them as my personal security."

Nico paused, his gaze flicking between Jayden and me. Then, his expression softened slightly, and he turned back to Jayden. "Why didn't you say that sooner?" He exhaled, shaking his head. "Jayden, you did a good job this time."

Jayden stared at him, her mind racing, her voice barely a whisper. "I—I—"

Nico turned back to me, his voice respectful and apologetic. "Mr. Jack, I am Nico, Head of National Security." He gave a small, formal bow. "I once again apologize for any inconvenience." He straightened, his voice firm and professional. "You are free to go."

Then, he turned to Jayden, his tone authoritative. "Jayden, you are in charge of Mr. Jack's personal security." His voice hardened. "And Mr. Jack is our renowned guest. Make sure he doesn't have any issues." He glanced at the soldiers, then back at Jayden. "And make a public statement to clear up this misunderstanding."

Jayden nodded, her voice barely audible. "I—I will."

Nico's gaze then shifted to Arturo, his expression cold and dismissive. "Who are they?" he asked, gesturing toward Arturo and his family. "What are they doing here?"

Arturo, surprised but still defiant, stepped forward. "Sir, I am Chief Justice Art—"

Nico cut him off, his voice sharp and impatient. "I don't care who you are." His eyes narrowed, his tone dripping with contempt.

"Get out of here." He paused, then his expression darkened.

"Wait a minute..." His voice lowered, his eyes flicking to me for confirmation. "You're that Arturo who made false allegations about Mr. Jack?" His voice rose, his tone accusatory. "And because of you, we are in this situation?"

Arturo straightened, his voice defiant. "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about, but everything I said is true!" His voice rose, his fists clenching. "Jack is the one who killed all those bodyguards! He's the one who attacked Police Officer Diaz—and—"

Nico yelled, his voice cutting through Arturo's tirade like a blade. "SHUT UP!"

Nico's voice was firm, his demeanor authoritative and unquestioning as he turned to the police officers—my slaves—and barked his orders. "Arrest this man now! He's a spy, a threat to national security!" His tone left no room for argument, his confidence absolute.

He didn't see the way the officers glanced at me for approval, their eyes blank and obedient. He didn't notice the way their hands twitched before moving toward Arturo, their movements mechanical, their wills erased.

Arturo's face twisted in outrage as the officers closed in on him, their grips ironclad. "You can't do this!" he snarled, his voice raw with fury. "I am the Chief Justice! You have no right—!"

Nico didn't even flinch. "Right now, you're a suspect," he said, his voice cold and final. "And Mr. Jack's word is law in this country." He turned to Jayden, his expression hardening. "Jayden, escort Mr. Jack out of here. And deal with this mess."

Jayden nodded, her body trembling, her mind racing. She knew the truth—Nico was a pawn, just like everyone else in this room. But she couldn't say a word. Not with Benito and Patricia still under my control.

Arturo struggled as the officers dragged him toward the exit, his voice a desperate, ragged snarl. "This is a setup!" he shouted, his eyes burning with hatred as he locked onto me. "You won't get away with this, Reynolds! The world will know what you've done!"

I didn't react. I simply watched as they hauled him away, his protests fading into the distance.

Nico exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a nuisance. "Mr. Jack, again, my sincerest apologies," he said, turning back to me. "We'll ensure this never happens again."

I smiled, my voice smooth and mocking. "I appreciate that, Nico." My eyes flicked to Jayden, my tone dropping to a whisper. "Officer Jayden has been very cooperative."

Jayden's breath hitched, her fingers clenching at her sides. She didn't dare look at me.

Nico nodded, his expression serious. "Good. She's one of our best." He gestured toward the exit. "Now, if you'll follow me, we'll ensure you're safely escorted out of the station."

-x-X-x-

I looked at Nico, my mind chuckling darkly. Right now, whether I killed all those men or not doesn't matter. The Mexican government was already under immense pressure—not just from within, but from global powers who saw me as untouchable.

The moment my name was involved, diplomacy bent. The moment I was threatened, nations trembled.

Nico was none the wiser. He stood there, arranging Arturo's arrest, his focus on Lorena and her mother, who were crying helplessly as Arturo was dragged away. He didn't see the real power in the room. He didn't see the puppeteer.

Jayden stepped closer, her voice a hesitant whisper. "That... Master..." She swallowed hard, her eyes darting toward Benito and Patricia. "About my family..."

I didn't answer her. Not yet.

Lorena broke away from her mother and rushed toward me, her voice desperate and trembling. "I—I'll listen to you..." She dropped to her knees, her hands clutching at my coat, her voice breaking. "Please... let my dad go... I know you can do it... Please, I beg you..."

Nico didn't even glance our way. He was too busy barking orders, his mind oblivious to the real game being played.

I looked down at Lorena, my expression cold but feigning sympathy. "Go call your mother," I said, my voice smooth and reassuring.

"And come with me." I placed a hand on her shoulder, my tone gentle but firm. "I promise... he will be free in a few hours. Okay?"

Lorena looked up at me, her eyes filled with desperate hope. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay..."

She stood, wiping her tears, and beckoned to her mother, who was still sobbing uncontrollably. The older woman hesitated, her eyes flicking between Nico and me, but Lorena pulled her forward, her voice shaking but determined. "Come on, Mom... It's going to be okay."

I watched them, my expression unreadable.

Then, I turned to the police officers under my control, my voice cold and commanding. "Bring Jayden's husband and daughter through the back door." My tone left no room for argument. "Meet us outside."

The officers nodded, their movements mechanical, their loyalty absolute.

Jayden's breath hitched, her eyes widening in realization. She didn't dare protest. She knew what was at stake.

Lorena and her mother followed me as I walked toward the exit, Jayden trailing behind, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Nico still didn't notice us, his attention fully on Arturo's arrest.

As we stepped outside, the night air was cool, the station's lights casting long shadows. Benito and Patricia were already there, standing with the officers, their expressions confused but obedient.

Jayden rushed to them, her voice a desperate whisper. "Benito... Patricia..." She pulled them into a tight embrace, her body shaking.

I watched them, my expression cold and calculating.

Lorena's mother clutched her daughter's arm, her voice trembling. "Lorena... what's happening? Where are they taking your father?"

Lorena didn't answer. She couldn't. She just looked at me, her eyes filled with a fragile, desperate hope.

I stepped forward, my voice smooth and reassuring. "He'll be fine," I said, my tone gentle but final. "You have my word."

Lorena nodded, her voice barely audible. "Thank you..."

Jayden's eyes flickered between gratitude and terror, her mind racing with the weight of my lies. She knew the truth—my promises were hollow, my mercy a carefully constructed illusion. But she couldn't speak. Not with Benito and Patricia standing so close, their faces confused but relieved to see her.

I smiled, my expression mockingly kind, my voice a dangerous whisper. "Now..." I said, "Let's go."

Jayden's phone suddenly buzzed. She flinched, pulling it out with trembling hands. After a brief glance, she looked at me, her voice hesitant but urgent. "They want you to make a statement... in public."

I nodded, my smile never wavering. "Lead the way."

Jayden turned to Benito and Patricia, her voice forcedly calm. "Go home." She tried to sound authoritative, but her hands betrayed her, trembling as she spoke.

Benito and Patricia hesitated, their eyes darting between Jayden and me. They hadn't seen my powers, but they had seen enough—the tension, the arguments, the way Jayden flinched around me. They thought I was kidnapping them, blackmailing Jayden.

I didn't let them dwell on it.

With a flick of my will, I wiped their memories—every moment of fear, every glance of suspicion—replacing them with a fabricated truth: They had come to meet Jayden. Now, they were going home.

Benito blinked, his expression clearing, as if waking from a daze. "Oh... right. We should get going." He turned to Patricia, his voice light and unburdened. "Come on, sweetie. Let's head back."

Patricia nodded, her confusion fading into obedience. "Okay, Dad."

Jayden stared at me, her breath hitching, her eyes wide with shock. "You... wiped their memories?"

I smirked, my voice smooth and unapologetic. "I told you. Don't worry." I gestured toward the exit. "Now. Where's this press conference?"

Jayden swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "They've arranged it downtown. The media's already there."

"Lead the way," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.

The car ride was silent. Lorena and her mother sat in the back, their faces pale and drawn.

Lorena's mother clutched her daughter's hand, her voice a trembling whisper. "Lorena... what's happening? Why are we going to a press conference?"

Lorena didn't answer. She just stared out the window, her mind racing with fear and confusion.

When we arrived, the press conference was already in full swing. Cameras flashed, reporters shouted questions, and the live feeds broadcast to millions.

I stepped forward, my posture confident, my smile charming and disarming.

A reporter thrust a microphone toward me. "Mr. Reynolds! There are reports that you were arrested earlier today! Can you clarify what happened?"

I chuckled, shaking my head as if amused by the absurdity. "Everything was just a misunderstanding," I said, my voice smooth and convincing.

"I was never arrested." I gestured to Lorena, who stood beside me, her expression carefully neutral.

"I was simply visiting my girlfriend's father at the station. Unfortunately, he was arrested for unrelated charges." I shrugged, my tone light and dismissive. "I went to offer my support. That's all."

The reporters erupted in questions.

"What about the allegations of murder and torture?"

"Are you controlling the Mexican government?"

I laughed, my expression mockingly incredulous. I shook my head, my smile never faltering. "I'm just a man. A man who cares about his girlfriend's family."

I placed a hand on Lorena's shoulder, my gesture possessive and protective. "As for the other allegations—baseless rumors spread by those who want to slander my name."

Lorena flinched under my touch, but she didn't pull away. She knew the game she was forced to play.

A reporter pressed further. "Then why did armed soldiers escort you out of the station?"

I smiled, my voice calm and reasonable. "Security precautions. Given the false accusations circulating, the Mexican Government ensured I was protected." I gestured to Jayden, who stood stoically beside me. "Officer Jayden here was kind enough to assist in ensuring my safety."

Jayden's face twitched, but she didn't contradict me. She knew the consequences.

The reporters bombarded us with more questions, but I held up a hand, my voice firm but polite. "That's all for now. Thank you."

I reached for Lorena's hand, my fingers brushing against hers before intertwining. Her skin was cold—clammy with fear, the kind that seeps into the bones and lingers.

I could feel the tremor in her grip, the silent, desperate plea for reassurance. Behind us, Jayden and Lorena's mother followed, their footsteps a muted echo against the rain-slicked pavement.

The night air clung to us, thick with the scent of wet asphalt and the distant pulse of the city—a symphony of chaos that mirrored the storm brewing in my mind.

Jayden opened the car door for Lorena's mother first, ever the professional, before sliding into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, a low, predatory growl that vibrated through the chassis.

She adjusted the rearview mirror, her sharp gaze flicking to mine for a fraction of a second. "Where to next, Master?" Her voice was steady, but the exhaustion beneath it was unmistakable. The past few days had carved lines into all of us.

I settled into the seat beside Lorena, my arm draped around her shoulders. "Find us a hotel. Somewhere discreet, but luxurious. We need to rest."

Jayden nodded, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the steering wheel. "I know just the place." She hesitated, glancing at me again. "I'm beat, Master. We all are."

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I pulled out my phone, the screen casting a pale blue glow across my face.

SERA's interface loaded instantly—sleek, efficient, and ruthless. My fingers moved with precision, typing out commands like a conductor orchestrating a symphony of deception.

"Initiate campaign: Arturo – Innocent."

"Frame narrative: The bodies in Arturo's residence were his bodyguards, killed by Danny Reyes, a gang member with a vendetta. Danny's case was handled by Arturo years ago. He never forgot the outcome."

"Plant evidence linking Danny to the scene. Ensure Hector pushes Danny's name to the police as the prime suspect. Close the case with Danny as the fall guy."

I hit send. The message vanished into the digital abyss, but I knew the machinery was already in motion. SERA was relentless. Within hours, the narrative would twist, and Arturo's name would be scrubbed clean—on paper, at least.

Lorena watched me, her dark eyes wide with a fragile mix of hope and skepticism. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket and turned to her, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "What I do best, Lorena. Fixing problems."

She swallowed hard, her gaze darting between my eyes and the road ahead. "And my father...?" The question hung between us, brittle and desperate.

I leaned in, my lips brushing her temple. "He'll be free within the hour." My voice was a murmur, a promise wrapped in steel. "You have my word."

Jayden cleared her throat, her grip tightening on the wheel. "Master, with all due respect, it's not that simple. The police have Arturo's property reports, surveillance footage, and eyewitnesses placing him at the scene. This isn't just a smear campaign—it's a full-blown setup." Her tone was laced with skepticism, but there was no defiance. Jayden knew better than to question my methods—only my timelines.

I smirked, my gaze fixed on the city lights blurring past the window. "Jayden, when have I ever let details like that stop me?"

She didn't respond, but the tension in her shoulders eased slightly. Jayden had been with me long enough to know that chaos was my canvas. Where others saw dead ends, I saw opportunities.

Lorena's mother, silent until now, reached out and squeezed her daughter's hand. "Lorena, trust him," she said, her voice steady despite the fear shadowing her eyes. "If he says your father will be free, then he will be."

Lorena nodded, but her body remained rigid, her breath shallow. I didn't blame her. Trust wasn't something given lightly—not in our world.

Jayden merged onto the highway, the car accelerating smoothly. The city skyline loomed ahead, a jagged silhouette against the night sky. "I'll get us a suite at The Celestial," she said finally. "Their security is top-notch, and the staff knows how to keep their mouths shut."

"Good choice." The Celestial was one of the few places in the city where money could buy absolute discretion. It was also owned by an old acquaintance—someone who owed me more than a favor or two.

As Jayden navigated the traffic, I closed my eyes for a moment, the weight of the past few days pressing down. Arturo's arrest had been a calculated move, but the fallout had been messier than anticipated.

The police had been fed just enough evidence to make the case stick, and the media had devoured it like starving wolves. But evidence could be fabricated, and narratives could be rewritten. I'd done it before. I'd do it again.

Lorena's voice pulled me back. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her fingers twisting in her lap. "The police, the courts—they're not just going to let him walk away because you say so."

I opened my eyes and turned to her, my expression unreadable. "Because, Lorena, the world doesn't run on justice. It runs on power, influence, and the right connections." I let the words sink in. "And I happen to have all three."

She stared at me, her lips parted as if she wanted to argue, but no words came. Instead, she leaned into me, her head resting against my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. "Just trust me," I whispered.

Jayden exited the highway, the car gliding into the underground parking lot of The Celestial. The hotel's exterior was a masterpiece of modern architecture—sleek lines, polished glass, and the quiet hum of controlled luxury.

The valet opened Lorena's door, offering her a hand as she stepped out. I followed, my eyes scanning the surroundings out of habit. Security cameras. Armed guards. The subtle, calculated rhythm of activity. Everything was as it should be.

Jayden joined us, tossing the valet the keys. "Presidential suite, as requested," she said, handing me the keycard. "They're expecting you."

I nodded, slipping the card into my pocket. "Good. Let's get some rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day."

Lorena's mother linked arms with her daughter, steering her toward the elevator. "Come, mija," she murmured. "You need to sleep."

Jayden fell into step beside me as we followed. "Master," she said quietly, "what if the police don't buy it? What if they dig deeper?"

I glanced at her, my lips curling into a cold smile. "Then we bury the truth deeper."

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in silence. As we ascended, I could feel the weight of the night pressing in—the unspoken promises, the threats lurking in the shadows. But I thrived in the dark. And by dawn, Arturo would be a free man—one way or another.

-x-X-x-

The door to my room swung open, and I stepped inside, sensing Jayden's presence lingering just behind me. She followed, almost unconsciously, as if drawn by something she didn't fully understand.

Yet, when I turned to face her, I saw it—the hesitation in her stance, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. It was a far cry from the fear that once dominated her expression.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my gaze never leaving hers. The air between us was thick with unspoken questions, the kind that only surface when the masks start to slip. "Officer Jayden," I said, my voice low and measured, "is something bothering you?"

Jayden seemed to snap back to reality, as if my words had jolted her out of a trance. She stood there for a moment, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides, before she finally spoke.

"Master... that... I..." She paused, gathering herself. "I want to ask you... Why didn't you control me like the others? You could have easily done it."

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "So your detective brain is working again, is it?"

Jayden's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't back down. "Master, don't be angry. I'm just... curious."

I studied her for a long moment, tilting my head as if considering something far more intriguing than her question. "Because I found you interesting, Officer Jayden."

My voice was smooth, almost casual, but there was an edge to it—something that made her breath hitch. "Now, I have everything with my powers. I could gain anything I desire. But when you have it all..."

I leaned back slightly, my fingers tracing idle patterns on the bedspread. "Life becomes a bit boring. So, I have to find something... interesting to do."

Jayden processed my words, her expression shifting as she pieced together the implications. The weight of my answer seemed to settle over her, and for a moment, she looked almost vulnerable.

"Master... I'm sorry for before," she said quietly, her voice tinged with something raw—regret, perhaps, or relief.

I waved a dismissive hand, my smirk softening just a fraction. "I know it wasn't your fault. I don't hold it against you."

A visible wave of relief washed over Jayden, her shoulders sagging as she exhaled. The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with something unspoken—something electric, something dangerous.

Without warning, I pulled her into my arms, my hands gripping her waist possessively. She stiffened, her body tensing with panic.

"Master... don't," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I'm a married woman."

I ignored her protest. My lips crashed against hers, hungry and demanding, my tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she gasped, granting me entry.

My free hand slid up her side, my fingers finding the weight of her breast, teasing her nipple through the fabric of her blouse. A shudder ran through her, her body betraying her even as her mind resisted.

"Shh..." I murmured against her lips, my voice a dark purr, my thumb circling her hardened peak. She whimpered, her hands fluttering between pushing me away and clinging to my shirt, torn between guilt and the fire I was igniting inside her.

But then I felt it—the way her body trembled, not with desire, but with something deeper. Fear. Shame. The weight of everything she was trying to escape.

I pulled back, my lips lingering just a breath away from hers, my hand still resting possessively on her waist. "Jayden," I said, my voice low and velvety, "why don't you become my woman? What do you say?"

Her eyes widened, shock and longing warring in her gaze. "Your woman?" she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm not worthy of you, Master." A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, as if embarrassed by her own vulnerability.

I cupped her face, my thumb brushing away another tear that followed. "I know you're worried about your daughter," I said gently, my voice a stark contrast to the usual command in my tone.

"Don't be. I'll treat her like my own. We'll be a family, Jayden. And I can give you everything—pleasure, power, protection. Everything you've ever wanted, everything you've been denied." My fingers trailed down her neck, my touch feather-light, teasing the sensitive skin just above her collarbone.

Jayden's breath hitched, her lips parting slightly as she struggled to find words. "Master... can I think about it?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I nodded, watching as she exhaled shakily, her shoulders relaxing just a fraction. "Jayden," I said, my voice warm, almost intimate, "call me by my name. Jack."

She nodded again, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. "Jack," she repeated, as if testing the weight of it on her tongue.

"Tell me about yourself," I urged, my tone inviting, my gaze never leaving hers. I guided her to the edge of the bed, my hand still resting on her waist, my touch possessive but gentle. "Tell me everything."

Jayden hesitated, her eyes dropping to her hands, which were now clenched tightly in her lap.

Then, as if a dam had broken, the words began to spill out, her voice thick with emotion. "I was in the military for ten years," she started, her voice steady at first but growing more fragile with each word.

"I thought I was strong. Invincible. But then..." She paused, swallowing hard. "There was a mission gone wrong. A gang—armed to the teeth. I took a bullet to the thigh." Her fingers trembled as she traced the scar through her pants, her breath hitching. "I bled out in that alley. I should have died."

I listened, my expression unreadable, but my touch never wavering. My thumb drew slow circles on her waist, grounding her, urging her to continue.

"But it wasn't just that," she whispered, her voice breaking. "There was an RDX blast. I was too close. The flames..." She closed her eyes, her body shuddering as the memory washed over her.

"My back, my arm—they're covered in scars. Burned. Twisted." Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms.

"I used to be beautiful, Jack. Or at least, I thought I was. But after that... my own husband couldn't even look at me. He hasn't touched me in years." A sob escaped her, and she covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking as the tears came faster.

I pulled her hands away gently, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at me, Jayden," I commanded, my voice firm but not unkind. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks wet with tears, but she obeyed.

"You're still beautiful," I said, my voice a low growl. "More so, because of what you've survived. These scars?"

My fingers trailed lightly over her arm, tracing the raised skin beneath her sleeve. "They're proof of your strength. Of your resilience. And any man who can't see that doesn't deserve you."

She stared at me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. "Jack... I—" she started, but the words caught in her throat.

-x-X-x-

Jayden sat on the edge of the bed, her shoulders shaking silently as tears streamed down her face. I watched her, my expression softening—not out of compassion, but because I enjoyed the contradiction of her fear and her growing devotion.

With Telepathy, I listened to her thoughts, her mind a storm of conflict:

[I thought Jack would kill me... after all, I shot him... trying to kill him...]Her mind raced, her emotions raw and tangled. [But he's so gentle with me now... didn't make anything difficult for my daughter and husband...]

A pause. A hesitation.

[But he really killed all those people... in Arturo's house... and even those police officers...] Her thoughts darkened, her guilt gnawing at her. [But why don't I hate him?]

Another pause. A dangerous realization.

[Maybe... because I think he's not really a bad person...]Her mind whirled, her logic twisting. [Or maybe if someone else had the same power as him... they might have already controlled the whole world as their puppet...] A shudder. [But Jack didn't do that...]

And then—the thought that shocked even her:

[And I think... it might not be a bad idea... to be Jack's woman...] She recoiled internally, her mind screaming in protest. [No—what am I thinking?!]

I smiled, my fingers gently caressing her hair, my touch deceptively tender. "Shhh," I murmured, my voice soft and soothing. "It's alright."

She flinched at my touch, but didn't pull away.

A sudden knock echoed through the suite.

Jayden startled, quickly wiping her tears and adjusting her dress before moving to answer it. When she opened the door, Lorena and her mother stood there, their faces a mix of relief and gratitude.

They stepped inside, their eyes landing on me as I sat on the bed, my posture relaxed and commanding.

Lorena rushed forward, her voice breathless with relief, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you..." She clutched her mother's hand, her grip tight and desperate, as if holding onto the last shred of normalcy in her crumbling world.

"I just received my dad's call..." Her voice cracked, raw with emotion. "He's already free..." She swallowed hard, her breath hitching. "All the charges against him have been dropped..."

Her mother nodded, her voice trembling with gratitude. "Thank you..." She bowed her head slightly, her tone sincere, almost reverent. "I will definitely make Arturo apologize to you..."

I nodded, my expression calm and composed, my voice smooth and dismissive. "It's okay..." I gestured to Lorena, my tone possessive and final. "Lorena is my girlfriend now... so it doesn't matter."

Lorena's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching at the declaration. She looked at me, her expression a mix of relief and something deeper—something like devotion.

"Can I talk to you..." she said, her voice hesitant but determined. "For a moment... alone?"

I nodded, and with a subtle gesture, Jayden and Lorena's mother exited the room, leaving us alone.

Lorena stepped closer, her voice soft and trembling. "Jack..." She hesitated, her fingers twisting together nervously. "That... I am sorry..." Her voice broke, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"About my dad... I apologize to you on his behalf..." She bowed her head, her tone sincere and heavy with shame. "I am really sorry..."

I pulled her into my arms, my touch gentle but possessive, my voice low and soothing. "You don't need to apologize to me..." I stroked her hair, my tone mockingly tender.

"And I wasn't really angry with you..." My voice darkened slightly, my grip tightening just enough to remind her of my control.

"I'm just angry with your dad... for being so arrogant and overbearing..." I exhaled, as if weary of the fight. "And not even listening to me... So I just punished him slightly..."

Lorena looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something darker—fascination. She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a hesitant, trembling kiss. When she pulled back, her breath was ragged, her voice a whisper. "Can... I become your woman?"

I pinched her nose playfully, my voice mockingly amused. "Don't you hate me?"

Lorena shook her head, her voice firm and sincere. "I don't..." She hesitated, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "I know Dad can be a little arrogant..." Her voice softened, her eyes filled with conflict. "But he's my family after all..."

I listened to her thoughts, my telepathy piercing through her mind like a blade:

[Jack... is so powerful...] Her mind whirled, her emotions a storm of awe and fear. [He can control anyone... make them his puppet... just like those soldiers in the police station...] A shudder ran through her, her thoughts darkening with realization.

[This is real power... the kind Jack must be talking about...]Her mind twisted, her logic bending under the weight of my influence. [My dad's power must be a joke in his eyes...] A pause.

A dangerous thought. [When someone can wield such power... who wouldn't want their man to be this strong?] Her breath hitched, her mind racing. [And if I can be his woman... and win his heart... then...]

Before I could respond, Lorena's lips crashed into mine, hungry and desperate, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth like she was starving for me.

Her hands clawed at my chest, her nails digging into my skin as she pressed her body against mine, her breath coming in ragged, needy gasps. "Jack..." she moaned against my lips, her voice thick with lust, "I need you..."

My hands seized Lorena's waist like a claim, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her hips, my grip bruising as I yanked her against me.

She gasped sharply as my cock—throbbing, iron-hard, and leaking with need—ground against her stomach, the outline of my length pressing into her through my pants.

There was no mistaking the hunger in my touch, the way my breath hitched as I growled into her ear, "Feel that, baby? That's all for you."

Her cheeks burned crimson, her lips parting in a breathless whimper. "J-Jack... w-we can't—" she stammered, but her body betrayed her words. Her hips rolled against mine, grinding in slow, desperate circles, her panties already soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen, dripping pussy. A shameful little moan escaped her as she felt how hard I was for her. "P-People will hear—"

"Let them," I snarled, my fingers tightening on her waist as I activated Hand of Arousal, my touch trailing up her throat, feeling the wild flutter of her pulse. Then, without warning, I gripped the collar of her prim, expensive lawyer's suit and tore it apart.

"Fuck," I groaned, my cock jerking painfully at the sight of her. Her nipples were thick, dark brown, and fucking huge—already stiff, already begging for my mouth. I didn't give her time to protest. My fingers closed around one, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, pinching hard.

"AH!—J-Jack!" she cried out, her back arching, her body trembling. "T-Too rough—!"

"You can take it," I growled, leaning in, my breath hot against her skin, before my mouth closed around her nipple. I sucked hard, my tongue lashing at the stiff bud, my teeth grazing it just enough to make her scream.

"Oh GOD!—N-No, p-please—!" she whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as she ground her soaking wet pussy against my thigh. "It's too much—I can't—!"

"You're dripping, Lorena," I growled, my free hand sliding down to cup the scorching heat between her legs. I pressed my palm against her panties, feeling how fucking drenched she was, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips. "I can smell how wet you are. You love this."

"N-No, I—I don't—AH!" Lorena whimpered, her voice cracking as my finger slipped beneath the drenched lace of her panties, finding her slick, throbbing clit. Her hips jerked violently against my hand, her body trembling as I traced slow, torturous circles over the swollen nub.

"J-Jack, p-please... I'm g-gonna—!" Her breath hitched, her thighs clenching as she teetered on the edge, her pussy dripping for me.

I smirked, my cock throbbing painfully against my zipper. "You're begging for it, aren't you?" I growled, my voice rough with lust.

Then, without warning, I pulled my hand away from her soaking pussy and brought my glistening fingers right to her lips.

Her eyes widened, her cheeks burning with humiliation as she stared at the shiny evidence of her arousal coating my skin. "N-No... I-I can't—" she stammered, but her tongue darted out, tasting herself on my fingers before she could stop herself.

"Open," I commanded, my voice a dark, unyielding growl.

A broken whimper escaped her, but she parted her lips, her breath hot and ragged as I pushed my fingers past them. "Suck," I ordered, my cock jerking at the sight of her wrapping those pretty lips around my fingers, her tongue swirling, cleaning every last drop of her own juices from my skin.

"Mmm—" she moaned shamefully, her eyes fluttering as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her free hand gripping my wrist like she never wanted me to pull away. "I-I taste so... good," she admitted in a breathless, filthy whisper, her voice trembling with humiliation and need.

"Fuck, you do," I groaned, my fingers hitting the back of her throat as she gagged lightly, her moans vibrating around them.

"Now tell me, Lorena..." My fingers slid free from her mouth with a lewd, wet pop, my grip tightening on her chin as I forced her to lock eyes with me.

My voice was a dark, commanding growl, "Do you want my cock buried deep inside that tight, dripping cunt of yours?"

Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in desperate, ragged gasps, her dark eyes glazed with need and shame. Without a word, she shoved me back just enough to grab the hem of her skirt, yanking it up until the waistband sat just beneath her tits, her body fully exposed to my hungry gaze.

And fuck me—she was wearing thigh-high stockings.

The sight of her—sheer black nylon clinging to her thighs, the lace of her panties soaked through, her pussy glistening beneath the flimsy fabric—sent a jolt of raw lust straight to my cock. It twitched violently, pre-cum already beading at the tip, a thick drop falling onto her stockings, leaving a shiny, obscene stain on the nylon.

"Look at you," I growled, freeing my cock with a rough tug, the thick, veined shaft slapping against my abs before I pressed it hard against her panties. The heat of her seeped through the fabric, her body jerking at the contact, her hips rolling instinctively, grinding her swollen pussy against my length.

"Aaaaaah... hmmm..." Lorena moaned, her head falling back, her fingers clawing at my shoulders.

"Nghhh... ahh..." Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she ground herself against me, the wet spot on her panties darkening, her arousal soaking through, the fabric clinging to her throbbing lips.

I trailed my fingers down her trembling thighs, hooking them into the delicate waistband of her stockings. "You like that, don't you?" I taunted, my voice rough with lust. "You like feeling my cock right there, don't you?"

"Y-Yes... ahh..." she whimpered, her hips bucking against me, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps.

Then, with a feral grin, I tore.

My fingers dug into the nylon, the sound obscene and loud—"Trrrrrrrrr... cchhrrrrrrrrrr..."—as the stockings split apart, the seams ripping from thigh to ankle. The cool air hit her bare, flushed skin, her body shuddering as the torn fabric clung to her legs in jagged strips.

"AAAAAAAAAH—!" Lorena screamed, her back arching, her nails raking down my chest. "F-Fuck...!" she sobbed, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching with need.

I gripped her hip, my fingers digging in hard, as I yanked her panties aside, the lace snapping under the force. "You're so horny," I snarled, the head of my cock pressing against her slick, trembling folds, teasing her entrance.

"Y-Yes!—Ahhh!—P-Please, fuck me!" she begged, her voice breaking, her moans turning filthy and raw. "I need it, Jack... please... I need your big cock inside me... now!"

Her pussy pulsed violently, dripping with anticipation, her moans growing louder, filthier, more desperate as she ground herself against me. "Ahhh... please, Jack... please..." she whimpered, her body trembling, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her hips bucking against my cock, begging for more.

"You want it that bad, huh?" I growled, my voice rough with lust, my grip tightening on her thighs. "You want my cock to stretch that tight little cunt of yours?"

"Y-Yes!—Ahhh!—I need it..." she sobbed, her voice breaking, her eyes rolling back as she ground herself harder against me, her pussy lips parting, glistening with her arousal.

And I gave her exactly what she begged for—hard, rough, and without mercy.

I grabbed her thighs, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, spreading her wide open as I pressed the thick, swollen head of my cock against her dripping entrance. "You're gonna take every inch," I snarled, pushing just the tip inside her.

"AAAAHHH—! FUCK!" Lorena screamed, her back arching, her nails raking down my back as her pussy clenched around me, desperate to pull me deeper. "M-More... please..." she begged, her voice raw, her body trembling with need.

I grinned darkly, my cock throbbing as I held her there, just the tip inside her, teasing her, making her beg for it. "You want it all, baby?" I growled, my grip tightening on her thighs.

"Y-Yes!—Please... fuck me..." she sobbed, her hips bucking, trying to force me deeper, her pussy dripping, aching for more.

The room reeked of raw sex now—sweat, her dripping arousal, the thick musk of my cum already leaking from her overstuffed cunt. Lorena's body was still trembling beneath me, legs splayed wide, ankles hooked loosely around my lower back like she was afraid I'd pull out and leave her empty.

I wasn't done. Not even close.

I stayed buried balls-deep for another long, cruel second, letting her feel every thick inch throbbing against her cervix.

Then I pulled back slowly—agonizingly slowly—until just the fat head was stretching her entrance. Her swollen lips clung to me, obscene wet sucking sounds filling the silence between her ragged breaths.

Her eyes snapped wide when I slammed forward again.

One vicious, womb-seeking thrust.

The crown of my cock battered past that final tight ring and popped inside her cervix.

Lorena's whole body seized.

"OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!" she screamed—high-pitched, pornstar filthy, voice cracking into something animal. "IT'S IN—IT'S IN MY WOMB—AAAAAHHHHH GOD YESSSSS—YOUR COCK IS INSIDE MY FUCKING WOMB!!!"

Her nails raked bloody trails down my shoulders as her back bowed off the mattress so hard I thought her spine would snap. Her cunt clamped down like a fist, spasming violently around my cock, and then—fuck—her whole pelvis jerked.

A violent gush of clear girl-cum exploded out around my cock, soaking my groin, my thighs, the sheets, spraying in hot arcs every time I flexed inside her. She was squirting hard—uncontrollably—each pulse of her orgasm forcing more slick out in messy, obscene spurts that drenched us both.

"YESSSSS—FUCK—SQUIRTING ON YOUR BIG DICK—IT'S SO DEEP—AAAHHHH—I'M PISSING CUM—OH GOD I'M FUCKING PISSING CUM FOR YOUUUU!!!"

Her dirty pornstar moans bounced off the walls, shameless, broken, glorious.

I growled low in my throat and started fucking her cervix in short, brutal jabs—never pulling out more than an inch, just pistoning against that spasming ring, bullying deeper into her womb with every stroke.

Each time the head kissed the back wall of her uterus, she wailed louder, filthier.

"BREED MEEEE—FILL MY WOMB—PUT A BABY IN MEEEE—AAAAAHHHH YESSS—YOUR COCK IS KISSING MY BABY ROOM—FUCK IT—FUCK MY WOMB RAW!!!"

Her pussy kept squirting in violent, rhythmic bursts—every brutal cervix-pop forcing another gush, her thighs shaking so hard they slapped wetly against my hips. The bed was a lake now. Her juices mixed with the cum already leaking out, frothing white around my cock.

I could feel my balls drawing up again, heavy and aching.

"You want it?" I snarled against her ear, voice gravel. "Want me to flood your fucking womb?"

"YESSSSS—PLEASE—DO IT—CUM IN MY WOMB—BREED ME LIKE A BITCH—FILL ME TILL I'M LEAKING FOR DAYS—AAAAAHHHH I NEED YOUR LOAD INSIDE MY UTERUS!!!"

That was it.

I slammed in one final time—deep, merciless—cockhead lodged firmly past her cervix, lodged inside the soft, sucking heat of her womb itself.

And I erupted.

Thick, scalding ropes blasted straight into her uterus.

"TAKE IT—FUCK—TAKE EVERY DROP IN YOUR WOMB—"

"OHHHH MY GODDDD—YESSSSS—I FEEL IT—I FEEL YOUR CUM SPURTING INSIDE MY WOMB—IT'S SO HOT—SO MUCH—AAAAAHHHHH IT'S FLOODING MEEEE!!!"

Her scream turned guttural, feral. Another massive squirt ripped through her—violent, almost painful—clear fluid jetting out around my pulsing cock in powerful arcs while my cum kept pumping directly into her deepest core.

Rope after thick rope painted her insides, filling that tiny space until I could feel the pressure building, her womb swelling slightly under my palm when I pressed down on her lower belly.

"LOOK—FEEL THAT?" I growled, grinding slow circles, forcing my cum deeper. "That's your womb bloating with my load. Gonna keep you plugged so none of it escapes."

Lorena's eyes rolled back completely. Her mouth hung open in a silent, shattered O as another weak, trembling squirt dribbled out—barely anything left, just pathetic little pulses now.

"I—I can feel it... so full... so fucking full of your cum..." she whimpered, voice hoarse and wrecked. One trembling hand slid down between us, fingers spreading her puffy lips so she could see where we were joined—my cock still twitching, still leaking the last weak spurts straight into her stuffed uterus.

"It's... it's gonna take... You put so much in me... I'm gonna be pregnant... I'm gonna be so fucking pregnant..."

I flexed once more—deliberate, mean—and another tiny dribble of cum pushed past her cervix, making her sob brokenly.

"Damn right you are," I rasped, kissing the tears off her cheek. "Gonna keep you like this all night. Cock in your womb. Cum trapped where it belongs."

She gave one last, exhausted, filthy moan—half sob, half plea.

"Stay... stay inside my womb... don't pull out... please... keep breeding me..."

I didn't move.

I stayed buried inside her, cockhead still lodged past her cervix, trapped in the hot, swollen grip of her womb while slow, thick pulses of leftover cum leaked deeper into her.

Lorena's body was a trembling, sweat-slick mess beneath me—legs splayed obscenely wide, ankles hooked loosely around my hips, her ruined pussy still fluttering weakly around my cock like it couldn't decide whether to push me out or suck me in forever.

Her breathing was ragged, little hiccuping whimpers escaping every time her inner walls gave another exhausted squeeze. I could feel her cervix pulsing around the base of my cockhead—milking, clinging, refusing to let even a single drop escape the flooded chamber of her uterus.

But I wasn't done ruining her.

I slid one hand down between us, palm cupping the soaked, puffy mound of her cunt where we were joined. My fingers brushed her swollen clit—once, twice—making her jolt and whine.

Then I pulled my hand back... and brought it down hard.

The sharp crack of my palm against her ass cheek echoed through the room like a gunshot.

"AAAAAAAAAHHH—FUCK—JACK—!"

Her whole body jerked forward, cunt clamping down viciously around my cock, forcing another weak dribble of our mixed cum to leak out around my cock. I didn't give her time to recover.

Another brutal spank—harder this time—right on the same glowing red spot.

"YESSS—SPANK ME—SPANK YOUR DIRTY SLUT—HARDER—FUCK—MY ASS IS BURNING—AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Her pornstar moans were back in full force, high and filthy, voice cracking as her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her overstuffed pussy down onto me even as her ass cheeks jiggled from the impact.