Anthony Hunt a young dashing bachelor from New Mexico,lives under a dual personality, Anthony Hunts as a Casino and hotel conglomerate and Blade Knuckles as a Mafia lord. He was coached by ruthless Lucas Guzman and together the two syndicates cast terror within and outside the borders of New Mexico. Anthony collides with Nevena Bachvarov, a Bulgarian tourist, who runs into his arm one night asking him to save her . Breanna Stewart, an ex of Anthony, ventures back into his life as a government agent employed to investigate the mysterious Blade Knuckles. What was meant to be an investigation, turned into a personal war for Breanna Stewart Anthony in one of his numerous hits, kills an innocent man John Willow, son of Liza Minnelli, she had saved Anthony when an encounter with Vincenzo, a counter Mafia, almost claimed his life in the past . Nevena's presence struck a delicate chord in Anthony's cold heart, warming it in the process. Anthony realized that he was in love after he gave up his escape from the police just to get Nevena treated from a gunshot injury, Breanna Stewart finally got a chance to prosecute Anthony but Liza Minnelli gave another testimony and it led to Anthony's unanimous discharge. Sorrowful Liza Minnelli cursed Anthony that nemesis would catch up to him soon. Lucas Guzman wouldn't get over it when Anthony declares his desire to quit crime. Just when everything begins to fall into place, disaster strikes. Nevena got blown up by unknown hitmen , Anthony embraced the life of crime again, Vincenzo, Lucas Guzman and many more were on his suspect list . Bloodshed became the new trend as Anthony sought revenge over Nevena's death, the police denied any involvement since it's a war among the Mafia's.
View More𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 “No—” Grinch countered. “Just one—I have only one question”. “Okay” Blade grinned. “Where the hell were you last night, and what happened out there…Before you came back and tried to put a hole in my ribs?”. Antonio’s smile fades, he looks away for a moment. Then Grinch continued. “Why did you suddenly start aiming at your shadow, calling it the enemy?” “You’re not my enemy.” Antonio growled like a wounded lion. “Moreover, you’re still breathing.” “Only because I didn’t shoot back.” Grinch countered flatly. “Whole truth is that, you’re starting to treat me like trash” Antonio finally lowers his gaze—just for a beat. Shame and regret. “You should’ve stayed out of it, when I asked you to” Grinch’s eyes hold stead—concern and brutal loyalty. “You should’ve just let me in.” “You left with a restraining order, and came back with murder in your eyes…So tell me—what did you see out there?” Antonio looks away
𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 ☆☆𝕰𝕯𝕰𝕹 𝕴𝕹𝕿. 𝕳𝕺𝕾𝕻𝕴𝕿𝕬𝕷 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗 {𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉}– 6:45𝕻𝕸☆☆ The air is corroded with the smell of antiseptic, and the rhythmic beep of hearts monitor from different rooms. On the private floor, her voice was heard, silk-wrapped steel. “You think silence is loyalty. But to likes of Brain box, loyalty is just a tombstone waiting for one's name” She paces slowly, voice laced with careful precision. Still, no answer. She leans forward slightly, trying to pierce through that unshakable calm. It has been the case for over thirty minutes since she arrived. Grinch wasn't bulging. His kind of silence was making her sweat, despite her years of experience. She exhales, and her voice softens—not from care, but from manipulation. This is where she plants the quest. “
𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 Breanna’s fingers stop mid-stir, the spoon clinking once against the mug. She didn't jump in to force the full story out, instead she had her back to them, but her ears were sharper now. “No way. Grinch Hernández ? Mr Hunt’s right hand man?” The second staff cut in. Disbelief. “Swear on my badge—my cousin’s a medic at Eden—he said Mr Hunt wheeled him in, like a gutted deer, bleeding out all over those white tiles and barely breathing.” The first man snarled, buttressing his claim. The second agent gives a low whistle “Shit... If Grinch is bleeding out in a backroom, what does that say about Hunt’s inner circle—that guy is the core of their strength?” “Exactly. It’s weird, though. No cops—or official complaint of hit, no ambulance nor press. Just Antonio’s private suits, with silencers tucked under their coats.” The first man expressed his point. “Grinch’s too protected for this to be street-level” The second agent shook his
𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘☆☆☆ “Sophia, this isn’t an actual raid,” Breanna said coolly, arms crossed, “It’s a calculated misdirection—a sting.” Sophia stares at the red pin on La Sirena’s map, and tilts her head with quiet skepticism. “No—It’s a gamble. A media circus waiting to happen.” Breanna didn’t look at her immediately. Instead, she clicks to the next slide— a surveillance photo of two powerful arms runners, entering the hotel from a rear service alley. Sophia stepped forward, lowering her voice. “Isn't that Victor Loa and Cesar Maté—Organised Crime’s most-wanted mercenaries?”. “Good thing you know” Breanna flexed, she walked past her to grab a folder from the table, tossing it open. “They’re not in New Mexico for blackjack. These two are ghosts. Arms dealers—Antonio’s protecting them by taking them through the private rear door.” “That's obviously a huge leap of logic” Sophia breathed out, her mind in disarray. “You get it—If th
𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 “I'm sorry Miss—no verification, no entry.” The voice cut in, in a clipped manner. “Hey Mister. I've been here before—I just came to speak to Mr Hunt. He’s not expecting me, I know—it's just personal.” “Also,” Junior added, stepping forward. He placed the bucket of shells reverently at his feet, like a ceremonial offering. Straightening, he lifted his chin with childish dignity. “We brought him a present. That’s gotta be worth something.” Nevena squinted her eyes in disbelief, and nudged him aside gently. “Look—we’re not threats. I'm just a tourist, and he's a local.” she added, her voice threading between hope and fear. There was silence.A long beat. The kind that could smother one's confidence. “Does it mean we are sealed out?” Junior grumbled with a weary glance. “I had my doubts from the onset” Nevena replied, her voice barely perceptible. “Their loss—losers” Junior leaned toward the glass, making a scornf
𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 ☆☆☆𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖙'𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖊….𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 7:38AM☆☆☆ A yellow taxi rumbled to a halt, just before the curve of a wide pristine road, flanked by towering hedges trimmed into ruthless perfection. “Why are we stopping?” Nevena squinted out—at the road. The driver, a wiry local in his mid-fifties, shifted the car into neutral and cleared his throat. “Señorita, no puedo ir más allá,” he said, jerking his chin toward the road ahead. "Propiedad privada." “Wait—what?” Nevena blinked, her brows knitting. “Private property,” he repeated, slower this time, but still in Spanish. From the back seat, Junior piped up—glancing past the windshield. The road stretched in perfect symmetry—lined with palm hedges and sculpted trees. The asphalt was dark and smooth like it had never known a pothole. Nevena looked out again. The road looked normal. No fence. No guards. Just silence and manicured hedges—like a painting. “It’s fin
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