Mag-log inMIKA WAYNEI was taught that the cruelest, most painful deaths were oftentimes the ones that started out slow; taking a person apart piece by piece until every fiber of their being was completely completely consumed by agony. Up until yesterday, I thought I'd completely grasped that concept. After all, I'd beaten, tortured and killed enough people to see it first-hand. But after Mia, I realised that pain wasn't the only thing that was best served slow. Corruption was too. I wish I could lie to myself. I wish I could say I was thinking of a way to get an upper hand on Brian and Mia again. But no. For the past couple hours, the only thing I cared about, was the aching emptiness in my core. I couldn’t even remember how long it'd been since I crawled down to the gym, feigning resolve by training until every muscle burned. But it was all a fucking distraction. A really bad one too. I wanted to be satisfied.I wanted to be used. I wanted to be… fucked.I threw one final punch at
TIFFANYI could barely sleep all night.Every time I closed my eyes… Every time I got the tiniest semblance of peace… Adrenaline would rush up my veins.It didn’t take a psychology expert to know exactly why—especially after the kind of night I’d had just a couple of hours ago.But deep down, I knew I definitely needed to see a specialist.I must’ve lost a screw at that party.Why else would the only feeling coursing through my body right now be exhilaration?Despite being in the same building as killers, gunmen, and faces that could snuff me out in seconds? Despite staring down a barrel and expecting a bullet to punch through my head?Something was definitely wrong with me, and the further I tried to shove the thoughts down, the crazier they got.I rolled off the bed and started pacing around the room, pinching the skin between my fingers as if that would somehow ground me.It didn’t work.I couldn’t contain myself. This room could barely contain me.I rushed toward the door a
Hi Guys. I want to sincerely apologise for not updating yesterday. I actually thought I did, but I guess that didn't work out. Unfortunately, I lost a close friend two nights ago. My head's not in the best place, and I don't want my work or readers to suffer too.As a result, I'll be taking a week-long hiatus. I hope it doesn't go passed this, but if it does, I'll be sure to let you guys know. Once again, I'm terribly sorry. Have a great week ♡
TESSAThis past month, we’d lost well over a hundred staff.All of them… resignations.My husband thought putting a bounty on Brian’s head would be enough to keep the company active, but He underestimated just how deeply Brian was woven into Lang Corporation’s tapestry.Even those who hated him refused to go near him. They knew that targeting Brian meant risking their own lives. The only person capable of getting close to one of our most decorated mercenaries… was his own father.But Marcus had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth weeks ago.No rumors. No sightings. Nothing but an empty space no one else could fill.“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Santos, coordinator of the New Mexico branch, said, “but New York isn’t our only problem. Colorado, California, and London are also casualties.”“Those three divisions combined aren’t nearly as important,” another delegate replied. “If we can’t regain control of New York, we have no foothold anywhere.”I had arranged the meet
THEOTwenty-four cars had reached the parking lot. One hundred and seventeen guests were present. Fifty-nine of them worked for him.The clock on the dashboard read 1:17 a.m.I glanced at my watch, then set the timer.Ten minutes.Ten minutes were all I needed to kill Wolfe Ferguson.I got out of the car and clicked it shut, clenching and relaxing my fists to create a warm rhythm my body could cling to.I hadn’t slept properly in three weeks. Not since that night at the club.Flashes of it still snapped across my mind, bolting threads of something hot and ugly up my nerves.“Your blood pressure is spiking, Theo,” Bertrand said through the coms. “Did you take your meds?”Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench.I ignored the purple streaks that travelled up my wrist and disappeared beneath my palm.“Theo, can you hear me?”They didn’t understand. None of them did.Brian was stalling. Mason was stalling. I hadn’t seen Tiffany in weeks, and when we finally got a lead… I still had to w
Chapter 212TIFFANY“A couple inches higher and you could've lost your entire hand.” She bandaged him. “Let's try to remember this is real life, not a superhero book where you can catch a bullet. Okay?”Mason let out a soft growl, then leaned back into his pillows while his henchwoman finished up.Meanwhile, I was standing at the far end of the room… mostly because a lot of stuff flashes across your mind when you think you're about to die.And yet……in that moment……right before Mason got to me……I came face-to-face with absolutely nothing.No fond memories. No stinging regrets.Just a blank nothingness that was as sad as it was endless.“By the way, good job on your first mission.” The henchwoman got off Mason's bed and turned back to me. “Hate to admit it, but you did a whole lot better than I did when I first—”“Don't lie to her,” Mason muttered without a care, resting fully into the warmth of his bed now.“Ignore him.” The henchwoman came closer. “You did well.”“I… really didn't







