Men were snarling and squealing as the ground became greasy with gore. Weapons were clanging and clangorous under the seething, spite-filled sky. It was the third day since the Oddesseau's camps began to attack along with the five mafia leaders and now penetrating the heart of Brethren city. A number of men were dispersed to hunt down and kill anyone who belong to the Aslanovs but their group failed to overthrow the clan, especially Mort. They could not find even the glint of his shadow.Not only is the bloody massacre taking place in the Underground but the war has also affected the surface world. The men of the five mafia leaders begin to sow terror. They killed elder ones, raped women, and brutally tortured men they saw on the road for no reason. They have been wreaking mayhem in the city, burning down buildings and establishments, bombed every street and alley. With every passing minute, many people were lying dead on the road. Hundreds of civilians have been massacred mercilessly
The place resounds with a loud silence. One hand thrust in the pocket, Mort's pair of mesmerizing green orbs was cold as the afternoon breeze darted on the dilapidated buildings nearby destroyed by the bombs. The air stirred his dark hair messily as the blood on his eyebrow had now dried that will surely leave a scar. He still look otherworldly gorgeous even though he appeared austere in his messy appearance."Bastard." Short but cold, Mort audibly cursed Narco making Lyric's eyes widen in surprise, and later burst out laughing. From the tone of their Boss, he doesn't sound pleased. He did the right thing of cursing the shit out of him. Narco, on the other hand, moved the phone away from his ear while eyebrows knitted into a frown. Wondering, he had no idea in mind what made his foster Dad angry. Lyric just shook his head in disbelief while looking at Narco who fell into a state of obliviousness. 'He's dumb as fuck.' Lyric utters in his mind then came next to Narco who was leaning aga
"We've done everything according to your command," Narco said with a smile as Vladimir raised an eyebrow. A deafening silence reigned as the cold course of wind passes between them. They are inside the office. Vladimir cast a skeptical look on the young man. It seems that Narco knows something about Mort's weapon under his possession right now. Even before he had asked, his instinct told him Narco cannot be easily fooled. If the young man does know something about the weapon, that only means one thing, Vladimir will have a hard time asking him and getting a straight answer. The same goes for Lyric. 'Damn it!' Vladimir loudly curses in his mind."Sit down first." He commanded, Lyric and Narco quickly seated. Vladimir, on the other hand, sat on the swivel chair near the humungous open glass wall of the building where the cold air came in, gently blowing his hair."If I push you off there, everything will be over." Wearing a rigid face, Narco suddenly utter out loud what was supposed t
The sun is slowly sinking at the heart to the horizon and the cloak of darkness started to cover the Brethren City along with the sparkling constellations emerging in the night sky. The chefs, maidservants, and butlers are busy preparing the family's dinner. Inside the dining hall of Aslanovs' manor decorated with an exquisite golden chandelier, a sumptuous feast was served on the large long table. All the servants were wearing the same color, black suits. The master chefs, butlers, and maids were dressed in black uniforms as if they were lamenting over someone's funeral. The ambiance reigning the place was gloomy and cheerless.In the middle of the table, a big empty red plate was placed which catches everyone's attention. And that's what everyone fears when they know what that means."How did they get Mischa?" Lady Katyusha, Mort's mother asked in a cold but calm tone. They were all sitting at the dining table. On the left side was Don Demetrius Aliev seated next to his wife, Lady
A magnificent, tallest tower situated in the heart of Brethren city, the silence at the bottom of the tower was deafening when they reached the MDA tower. Strangely, the buildings around were flooded in darkness and only the light from the voluminous moon illuminate the place. No person or cars can be seen passing by even on the public highway.Laurel and Mort exchanged glances and then nodded to each other. Together, they got out of the car. An eerie breeze gently blows his black cloak and made a sexy mess in his hair. Between his tall, statuesque frame, Mort appears aloof and foreboding. They looked up at the MDA tower. Unexpectedly, only one source of light was on in the whole building. A vein of light threaded through the darkness that lit the rooftop of the tower."We can simply tell them that son of a bitch committed suicide at the top of the tower," Laurel suggested in a serious tone, referring to Vladimir as she slowly lowered her gaze from the top down to the bottom of the bu
The loud silence reigns in the corner of the place. Surrounded by the Puppeteer's men, Mort was writing the formula on paper. A broad grin plastered on Narco's face. That smirk of his brought out a sense of mischief and eyes gleamed in excitement waiting for Vladimir's next action. Hands bind with a chains, Klauss just frowned, staring at Mort's hand wrote something on the paper. 'Is he really willing to give the formula just for that witch?' Klauss asked in his mind while eyes squinted as he played in his imagination the scene where Sumire's head was in the cockroach's body, screaming to be spared while he sprayed it with a cockroach killer. Klauss grinned like a psycho at the thought. Mischa and Leroy are nervously looking at Mort. Lyric, on the other hand, was waiting for what Narco would do as he looked back and forth between Mort and Narco. He elbowed Narco but was stopped when a deadly look of the Puppeteer's men around locked on them.Everyone is alert and cautious, watching e
Boarded inside the phantom cars, they all returned to the Aslanovs' manor in silence, famished and covered with blood. Lady Katyusha and Don Demetrius Aliev were still waiting in the dining hall along with Lucian, Yakov, and Don Zagreus. The family welcomes them with cold looks.Laurel, Lyric, Leroy, Mischa, Klauss, and the family's Butler on the door were bath in blood except for Mort and Narco with Vladimir's head. Narco stride forward and placed the decapitated on the empty plate in the middle of the dining table."Congratulations." Don Zagreus said by raising a wine glass for a toast. Lucian and the others who had just arrived at the dinner quickly took the glass on the table and raised their cups."For the small cake." Don Zagreus added with a smirk. The chairman lead them and drink the wine in one gulp and everyone followed him."Is it really necessary to put his head in the middle? Damn it, I'm losing my appetite." Laurel complained. Her face slightly twitched sourly as she loo
Her smile was like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room, Sumire was stunned to see Dreygur in the place. Disbelief is written all over her face when she saw him in the country where she was currently staying. The Davenfords are banned to enter this place and Sumire didn't bother anymore to find out the reason for their banishment, but, surprisingly, he's here right in front of her. "Did I surprise you?" With his hands thrust into both of his pockets, Dreygur asked in a serious tone. Looking so hot in his fitted shirt and jean, his eyes locked intently with hers.Chatters and whispers broke the place. They find Dreygur's vibes dark and suffocating. His presence inspires terror in them. But for some unknown reason, his aura is nothing to the maiden. She is not affected by Dreygur's dark aura behind him spilling around. Sumire stood there like a shining diamond on the pedestal. No malice."Yes, I didn't expect to see you here," Sumire replied, and flash