Chapter 855: Jayden Begging For Mercy

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.