FAZER LOGIN“Listen, I’m the king of this place,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom as he yanked the rope, making Emilia and her brother gasp, their small hands clawing at the coarse fibers digging into their neck. “When I say you’re a bastard, you’d better act like one. Bark like a dog, now!”The other kids snickered, their eyes glinting with amusement, as if watching a twisted cartoon. Emilia’s red-rimmed eyes darted to her brothers, Ethan’s face set in a stoic mask, Elias’s lips quivering. They crawled forward, their knees scraping the hardwood floor, too small to fight back against Marcus’s bulk or his gang’s cruelty.Samantha reached the classroom’s entrance, her breath catching as she froze in the doorway. The sight of her triplets—leashed like animals, their faces grubby and tear-streaked—sent a jolt of shock through her. Her heart pounded, her hands trembling as she rushed forward, dropping her bag with a thud. She knelt, gathering Emilia, Ethan, and Elias into her arms, her finge
“Stop the car,” he ordered, his voice low but firm. The G-Wagon slowed, gravel crunching under its tires as it pulled onto the shoulder. He turned to Natasha, her eyes flashing with unease, her fear of losing him again palpable. “I’ll explain later,” he said, his tone softening, his hand brushing hers. “Jason will take care of you. I’ll meet you at the base, alright?”Natasha’s heart screamed to keep him close, her mind reeling from the years apart and the chaos of the day. Her lips parted, her breath catching, but his gaze—steady, certain, unwavering—anchored her trust. “Promise?” she whispered, her voice fragile, barely audible over the hum of the engine.“Yes, Tasha.” Nero’s smile was warm, a vow etched in the lines of his face. He stepped out, the convoy rolling on without him, leaving him standing in the fading light as he faced Samantha, her silhouete disappearing into the schools entrance. ***Meanwhile, inside a classroom in the school, Solutions Academy, chaos reigned in the
The highway shimmered under the late afternoon sun, its asphalt a ribbon of molten gold, casting sharp glints off the taxi’s battered hood. Nero sat in the backseat, his broad frame filling the space, his jaw tight, eyes locked on the rearview mirror. Natasha clung to his arm, her fingers digging into his sleeve, her breath shallow and ragged from the terror. The driver, a wiry man with sweat beading on his forehead, gripped the wheel, his knuckles pale, his eyes darting nervously to the mirror where Veyra’s black SUVs loomed closer, their engines snarling like hounds on the hunt.A thunderous roar split the air. A military convoy surged into view, tires shrieking, dust swirling in the fading daylight like a storm of amber and grit. Armored G-Wagons and troop carriers barreled down the highway, their sheer mass a declaration of power. Jason, Nero’s aide-de-camp, had tracked his commander’s phone. Five hours was the unspoken limit for the King of War to be out of reach, and that time h
The bar was a ghost town now, its neon lights flickering over empty tables. General Mason and his men had stormed in, their boots thundering on the sticky floor, driving out every drunken patron with barked orders and drawn weapons. The staff cowered in a corner, squatting low, their faces pale as they whispered among themselves, eyes darting to the armed men in black fatigues.Natasha clung to Nero’s arm, her fingers digging into his sleeve as the sight of Mason’s squad sent a shiver through her. Her face drained of color, her breath hitching. “Don’t be afraid,” Nero murmured, his voice a steady anchor. He caught Mason’s eye as the general approached, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd. Nero’s sharp glance stopped him cold, a silent command. He tilted his head toward Natasha, his twin, the reason he’d torn through Sterling City. He wasn’t ready to reveal his ties to Mason—not yet. It'd expose his identity. She’d been through enough.Mason nodded, understanding, and waved
The bald man’s phone slipped from his trembling hand, shattering on the floor. His knees buckled, and he dropped, the carpet muffling the thud. Eddy followed, her face ashen, her cigarette forgotten. “Sir… General… I’m sorry, please forgive me,” the bald man stammered, groveling at Nero’s feet. Eddy’s head bowed, her breath hitching in fear. Nero ignored them, his focus on Natasha. The drug was potent, draining his energy as he poured more of his spiritual energy into her. Her eyelids fluttered, her lips parting. “Brother…?” she whispered, her voice cracking the silence she’d held for seven years. Her eyes, wide with shock, traced his face. The shame of the stage, the skimpy lingerie, the leering crowds—it all flooded back. Life had bent her, forced her into this hell, but here was Nero, alive, real. “Yes, it’s me, Tasha,” Nero said, his smile soft, warm against the cold room. Only Nero called her by that name...Tasha.....Her surprise mirrored his own joy—seven years apart, and now
At that same moment Nero’s phone buzzed in his pocket, shattering the tense air of the office. He pulled it out, his eyes never leaving the bald man, who clutched his ribs, fear flickering across his bruised face. The screen showed an unknown number, but Nero answered, his voice a low growl. “Yeah?”“Sir, where are you?” The voice was soft, cautious—General Mason, the man Jason had alerted about Nero’s mission to Sterling City. Mason had expected the King of War to arrive at his base, ready to mobilize whatever resources Nero needed to free his sister. The delay had prompted this call, a check for trouble.“Big Ben Bar,” Nero replied, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.“Big Ben Bar?” Mason’s surprise crackled through the line. “What are you doing there?”“Killing someone.” The words were a blade, cold and vicious, sending a shiver through Mason’s spine even from miles away.“Sir, that bar’s under my protection—my sister’s place,” Mason said quickly. “I’ll come with my men. No need fo
It was late in the evening, sleep was far away from Jared as he stayed out planning how to eliminate Olivia from under the police custody. Feeling tired, he decided to cultivate his spiritual energy. He sat down crossed-legged on the balcony field, surrounded by a tranquil eve
Oiivia had been discharged and put on home treatment. There were nurses assigned to give her and ensure she took her medications at the appropriate times. The family doctor knew Olivia hated pills thus he enforced this. Antonia had just exited Olivia's room after she served her dinner w
Jared was busy reminiscing on what transpired last night, he was on a chopper flying towards the zoldyk mountain... His home. The Zoldyk moutain is the base of operation of the Zoldyk family and obviously where they reside. It is isolated from the world with a very vast ocean first, and
The next thing Jared heard next was a loud splash. Bam! The two men quickly took to their heels in response to "Mission accomplished!"On getting to where their car was parked, one of them realized he left his phone behind. Lol.... "Left my phoneph







