Chapter 85 The Biological Snare

Chapter 85 The Biological Snare
The ghost jet didn't even touch the freezing tarmac of our private runway before Julian Vance completely, entirely shut down the earth.

The complete and devastating shock of the bullet train had totally destroyed the Ice King's fearsome demeanor. Valerius didn't want to ruin the Vance Syndicate. He was attempting to tear out my heart, my soul, my flesh, my blood.

As soon as the thick cabin doors burst open into the blistering alpine storm, Julian's protective obsession went into a frenzy.

I want the European and Asian fleets all recalled! As we walked through the tunnels beneath the chateau, Julian roared into his encrypted comms. He was a large man, and he was pure and unfiltered demonic panic. Close the skies around the world! Turn on the mountain's ultimate defense! No one walks within half the distance of this circumference!"

I was walking right next to him, and my bespoke dark crimson suit was still dripping with the blood of the Praetorian assassins. I didn't tremble. My heart was mended and it pounded perfectly, without a break.

We went into the main war room. The powerful magnetic doors roared shut, trapping us inside the heart of the empire.

Our twins, 15 years old, were already at the glowing glass table. They did not look like teenagers, but like fearsome, calculating predators.

Julian completely ignored the tactical map. He grabbed my shoulders with his big, burning hands, and yanked me into his thick, muscular chest. A terrible, wild fear consumed his pitch-black eyes.

I'm putting you in the deepest vault, Kaelen," Julian choked out, his deep voice cracking under the sheer weight of his obsession. “Dr. Thorne is dead, he will not be able to repair a single synthetic valve in your chest if Valerius touches it, I will burn the earth to ashes first.”

You are not putting me in a vault, Julian," I said perfectly, placing my hands on his perfect, terrified face. I envisioned the absolute power of the Mafia Consort, free from any distractions. “But I am a King, not a hostage, and we must know how Valerius got my biological frequency.”

I looked into our son's icy blue eyes. My Prince, how did you get the blueprints to the Shattered Crown? Ten years ago I completely destroyed Thorne's servers.

Our son wasn't afraid. His long fingers whizzed across the encoded master keyboard at the speed of light.

Thorne's servers were ashes, Papa," our son said, his voice a deathly quiet. But you didn't cut the digital receivers out of your chest by yourself, you used a Vance trauma surgeon, I just simply weaponized the AI to track the biometric ping in the Praetorian weapons.

Our daughter bent over the table, and her pitch-black eyes blazed pure, unyielding hellfire as a highly encrypted personnel file appeared on the huge monitors.

“Here is the traitor,” she said coldly. He is the same medical technician who helped you with your surgery ten years ago, who keeps a micro, unauthorized digital copy of your exact synthetic frequencies, who Valerius paid fifty million dollars in Sovereign gold to leak the file.

Julian's smooth, smooth face turned as white as a sheet of paper before taking on the face of a madman. "Where is he?"

Be sure not to worry about it, Daddy," our daughter smiled and it was dark and incredibly lethal. I've already sent a Vance Security strike team to his private estate in Geneva, and the traitor is totally gone.

The bloodline was well protected, by both generations of the apex predators.Both generations of the apex predators had protected the bloodline seamlessly, and brutally. But the absolute threat still remained.

I whispered smoothly, "Valerius has the frequency," stepping away from Julian, and viewing the global map. If we remain in this mountain, he will just completely encircle us, he's going to hunt us with his surgical harvesters, we are going to drag him out in the light.

Julian completely froze. "Absolutely not, Kaelen."

We're going to play a snare that's going to be so awesome, so irresistible, I said with ease and complete authority, eradicating his unhinged panic. I drew my finger across a shiny icon on the tactical map and selected the glittering coastal city of Monaco. The annual Monte Carlo Diamond Gala will take place tomorrow night and the 'very highest' of global society will be present, I'm going to walk straight onto the red carpet,' I'm going to walk straight onto the red carpet,' I said.

It's a death wish mission! The roar was a huge, agonizing alpha terror from Julian. You will be fully disrobed!"

I would be the ultimate bait," I promised as I moved directly into his space, my chest pressing against his tactical armor. Valerius won't be able to resist, he'll be sending his elite harvesters straight into the gala. And as soon as they enter the ballroom, we'll be systematically slaughtering them.

His big chest was heaving as Julian looked down at me. He hated it. He entirely despised the thought of placing my biology in the crosshairs. He peered into my icy blue eyes, though, and found the steel of the man who owned his soul was no match for it.

"I will not leave your side for a single microsecond," Julian growled darkly, his thick fingers tangling fiercely into my hair. I will fill the whole Mediterranean with their blood.

I know you will, my King, I whispered, and pulled him into a hot and deep kiss.

The absolute, glittering glamour of Monaco was fully fully weaponized 24 hours later.

The Monte Carlo Diamond Gala was a staggering sea of high-priced champagne, flashing cameras and billionaire elites. The Vance Syndicate had set up a giant, lethal kill box, however, completely under the luxurious exterior.

We had our son in a heavily fortified stealth chopper thousands of feet above the city, keeping absolute digital overwatch of the perimeter of the gala. Our daughter was hiding on the top floor balcony across the street, her specially designed sniper rifle pointing at each and every shadow.

I exited the matte black armored motorcade and the world's paparazzi went crazy.
I didn't have tactical armor on. I was wearing a perfectly fitted white silk suit that was all white. The jacket was open so widely that it revealed the bare, dark crown tattoo, and the silver surgical scar right over my repaired heart. I was a gorgeous, terrifying creation, challenging the old world.

Julian Vance was walking one inch behind me. The Fallen King was dressed in a flawless pitch-black tuxedo, but his demonic hellfire was pure and unfiltered, and the high-society elites physically moved out of the way.

We walked into the vast crystal chandelier-lit ballroom. Music played, champagne flowed, but my heart that had been mended beat like an apex predator.

Suddenly, my secure earpiece violently crackled.

“Papa,” our son spoke, no fear in his voice, no fear in his eyes, only pure, deadly calculation. The biometric scanners just tripped. They've gone around the front doors. You've got two dozen Praetorian harvesters moving into the ballroom right now.

My heavy, gilded doors of the gala caught Julian's black stare in his large, hot hand, and he gripped my waist with a force that made me wince.

"Let the slaughter begin," Julian whispered darkly.