Novel Full Chapter 997 Exclusive
Chapter 997: Chapter 997 Exclusive
Ross didn’t need to shout; the air around him seemed to bend toward him.
Feet slipped on gravel, guns were dropped, and hands that had been confident mere seconds ago now trembled.
The gang realized too late: the man they’d thought they could intimidate wasn’t just dangerous—he was a force of nature.
In less than a minute, every body hit the ground. Fourteen gang members and three junkies lay sprawled across the pavement, groaning and clutching themselves in disbelief.
Their eyes were wide, fixed on Ross as if he were some mythical creature—three heads, six arms, something beyond human.
Not one of them could fathom how a single man had moved with such impossible speed, taking them down one by one without breaking a sweat.
The park smelled of fear and sweat, a heavy, metallic scent that seemed to hang in the night air.
Ross stepped forward, his boots crunching over broken glass and scattered debris, his gaze cold but amused.
"Now that you’re all lying down," he said, his voice calm, almost teasing, "maybe I should take a little breather... before I have some more fun with my woman."
With a casual flick, his hand rose—and there it was: a massive, cruel hammer, gleaming in the dim light, ready to bring chaos to any who dared rise again.
The gang members tried to scramble, but Ross’s movements were already a blur.
He swung the hammer, each strike precise and devastating, sending anyone in its path sprawling. Bones cracked and bodies collided with sickening thuds, screams tearing through the night like jagged knives.
The night erupted into chaos.
People screamed, stumbled, and fought to escape, but there was no escape from Ross.
His shadow stretched long across the park, a dark figure of unstoppable force.
Even the junkies, who had once sneered with bravado, now whimpered and crawled away, crawling over the bodies of those who hadn’t moved fast enough.
Ross paused for a moment, surveying the carnage around him.
The street was littered with groaning, battered bodies, but not a single person dared look him in the eyes.
And then, as if to punctuate the moment, he cracked his knuckles, the hammer resting casually over his shoulder, his gaze settling back on the woman behind him.
The night was far from over, and Ross was just getting started.
***
An hour later, Ross stood amid the aftermath, thoroughly satisfied with the devastation he had wrought.
The park was a grim display of chaos—blood pooling in dark, sticky patches, bodies twisted and broken in grotesque angles.
Groans of the wounded echoed faintly, a testament to the absolute dominance he had wielded.
Yet, as he looked down at himself, there wasn’t a single speck of blood on his clothes or skin.
It was as if the violence that had claimed everything around him couldn’t touch him at all, a reality that only deepened the sense of awe and terror he inspired.
Ross turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over the scene, before settling on Jennifer.
She stood frozen, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps, her eyes wide as she tried to comprehend the carnage and the man who had wrought it.
The faint moonlight caught in her hair, highlighting the shock and fear etched across her delicate features.
"Stop... don’t come near me," she pleaded, her voice quivering, a mix of dread and something closer to disbelief.
She took a cautious step back, but her feet felt rooted to the ground, as if some invisible force kept her from moving away.
Ross smiled, a slow, unreadable curl of his lips that held both warmth and a subtle, dangerous edge.
He ignored her protests, his presence closing the distance between them effortlessly.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he reached out and drew her into his arms.
He held her with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the violent scene around them, as though she were the only thing in existence that mattered, the only life worth protecting.
"I told you," he whispered, his voice low and intimate, brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, "this is a night of revelation... for both of us."
Jennifer’s heart raced, a tumult of emotions—fear, awe, confusion, and an inexplicable pull toward him—roiling within her.
She wanted to recoil, but every instinct seemed overpowered by the intensity of his presence.
Ross’s hands were steady, reassuring, yet commanding, and the contrast between the destruction around them and the calm he exuded only made his grip feel more intoxicating.
Without another word, he led her away from the carnage, each step deliberate and confident.
The street behind them, littered with bodies and blood, faded from her focus, replaced by the surreal weight of being in his arms.
The night air was heavy with tension, but with him guiding her, Jennifer felt herself suspended in a moment that seemed to exist outside of time—a mixture of fear, wonder, and the undeniable gravity of Ross’s power.
And of course, the night did not end early for Jennifer. Ross took her to a nearby hotel, where the world outside seemed to vanish entirely.
There, in the privacy of the dimly lit room, they surrendered to each other with an intensity that consumed them both.
Hours passed like minutes as Ross drove her to the brink again and again, each movement deliberate and unrelenting, each touch sending waves of pleasure that left her trembling and breathless.
Her husband might have wondered where she had gone that evening, but that thought barely registered.
All of Jennifer’s focus, all of her senses, were consumed by the way Ross dominated her, how every thrust, every kiss, every whisper seemed designed to unravel her completely.
She lost count of how many times she came, the pleasure crashing over her in relentless waves, leaving her body tingling and aching, yet craving more.
By the time morning light began to filter through the curtains, Jennifer was utterly spent, wrapped in Ross’s arms, her mind and body entirely his.
Nothing outside the room mattered—no responsibilities, no husband, no world beyond the heat of his touch.
At that moment, there was only Ross, only the way he made her feel alive in a way she had never known.