Semua Bab UNO VRIX THELONIOUS (WILD MEN SERIES #16): Bab 1 - Bab 7

It all started with seeking justice. Uno would never have thought that the Foedus Corporation, well-known as an influential establishment in Agrianthropos City, where he joined to help him search for who murdered his sister, was only the one involved in her death—the founder of this group. He sat quietly in the driver's seat, observing the two men in black uniforms holding an M16A4 rifle gun, guarding the building owned by Lev Petrov in Makati; his car had parked in front of this. Four years passed before Uno came to this place again for a significant reason, related to the incident that happened to his sister six years ago. He wore a long golden wig on his head, a pink one-shouldered asymmetrical dress above his knees, and a three-inch nude stiletto to complete his OOTD. As he watched himself in the rearview mirror, he could not help but let out a deep sigh to see his face covered with a thick foundation, a light blush on both cheeks, and creamy lipstick on his lips. However, this w

After a ten-hour and twenty-six-minute journey, Uno, among the guys, arrived in their home country at nine o'clock in the evening. A three-hatchback bulletproof Volvo XC 90 was waiting for them in the area, brought by his men. He took off his cap and tucked his gun into the back of his trousers again. His head turned to the woman he had abducted, who was tranquil in her seat and seemed to have lost herself in awareness. He stood up and stepped over to her. He hauled her by the arm to stand across from him, making her snap back to the present. The girl stared at him and did not know how she mustered up the courage to venture into a pair of his scrutinizing blue eyes. Finally, she caught a view of his face and found him surprisingly and strikingly magnificent, despite his cold and horrifying demeanour. It was far from what she had imagined him to be. "Move." "W-Where. . . A-Are you t-taking me?" "Shut the f*ck up and move!" His cold, deep tone held some overbearing power that swiftl

"What the f*cking hell are you waiting for? Strip!" Via froze. Her eyes widened, looking straight at Roan. The guy was still writhing in pain as Uno clutched her boyfriend's hair behind his head. He had a swollen black eye with varying hues of purple and red all over its trunk that were virtually indistinguishable; blood kept leaking from his mouth, down his chin, and onto his partially ripped shirt sleeve. However, instead of having compassion for the man, she was more preoccupied with a few things swirling around her head. She just wondered. Roan had never raised his voice at her in all the years they had been together, especially to command her to disrobe in his presence, knowing they were with other people. How did her man suddenly turn into this when he knew she could not do it? The thought filled her with such loathing. Even though she wished this matter would be explained to her soon so she could pardon him, neither of them could bring themselves to speak. Thereby, she could n

The neon lights from the chandelier brightened the nightclub's atmosphere and gave Uno a warm feeling. No music was playing inside, yet the ambience was still sufficient to entertain him. He was on the L-shaped sectional leather couch in the corner of the space, wearing a grey long-sleeve crew neck sweater, dark blue slim-fit trousers, and black leather brogues on his feet. He sat serenely there with his legs crossed beneath the clear round table before him, holding a Bordeaux transparent glass half-filled with red wine in his right hand as his elbows propped on the table. That table was bare. Only a handgun and the Quinta de Ventozelo Vintage Port are on it. On the opposite side, you could see the wine cellar encased in redwood panelling. Uno raised his wrist, looking at the time on his watch. It was exactly half past midnight. He wondered what time his uncle would arrive after receiving a phone call earlier informing him that, this day, the old man intended to drop by his house. T