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Scorpion tried to advise him even though he was afraid. Dante didn’t look up. Instead he slid the magazine into the gun. Click. “I’m not in the mood to act right tonight.” just shut up and drive ---------- Dante shot into the air as they drove.. boom....🔫 boom💥 💥 💥 🔫🔫 boom💥 💥 💥 🔫🔫🔫 Screams and sounds of gunshots filled the air, as people ran for their lives. there was chaos on the street of Rome, but Dante cared less. He was determined to capture his mother and torture out the truth from her.

Engraved on the side was the Corsican family crest: an eagle with its wings spread. "Ma'am," Stella said, entering the room. "Victor's already making his move." I didn't look up. "Spit it out." "Half an hour ago, clips of you started circulating on the dark web. Chopped up to make you look bad. The headline is 'Nobel Prize Winner's Jealous Fury: Humiliates Innocent Student.'" Her voice was tight with anger. "There's also a forged shrink's report saying you have paranoia and bipolar disorder."

With that thought, he goes to find out where he can find Damon right now. "Hello, sir. How can I help you?" He hears Damon speak out as he looks everywhere around the room trying to find an animal there. "Hello, there, Dr. Damon Valet! You can surely help me by letting a few details of what I am going to ask you right now, slip out of your mouth." Dmitri says as he lifts his head up and looks straight at Damon. And when he sees his face, his face pales a little and has a shocked expression etched across his face.

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

It made her feel special, important in a way she had never felt before. _________ Later that evening, Vincenzo was in his office with Dante and Marco. He had just finished going over his plan with them. They had Madonna’s location, thanks to Dante's hard work, and were getting ready to raid her hideout. Dante had tracked her down to an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Everything was planned down to the last detail. Vincenzo stepped out of his office, his face expressionless. He was halfway down the hallway when Daisy suddenly appeared. She walked up to him, her hands clasped together, and begged to go with him.

I did not counted on honesty to still exist in anything. Honest men tend to exist in some capacity, no matter how corrupt a society or system is. This was the case of agent Marx Zeener, poor man, he was so honest and he somehow found himself in charge of the Madame Rahma disappearance. It was just a matter of time before he connected a dot, and it led him to my family. Early Monday morning, he knocked on the floor of Hotel Badur as we had changed the name of the place. He and his team of heavily armed DSS agents:

“Don’t move, or this pen will pierce your carotid artery before your guards can even take a breath.” Dante Adrian’s voice sounded like ice scraping against glass—cold, sharp, and unwavering. In his hand, a titanium tactical pen pressed lightly against the neck of a large man who had tried to ambush him in a dark alley behind the Grand Théâtre de Genève. Dante didn’t need a gun to prove he was Leonard Virelli’s finest student; all he needed was lethal composure.

She says and Adam nods, Adjusting his glasses as he stared at the huge men behind her. She took the elevator with the men and soon enough they got out and walked out "Drive in your car! Follow mine alright!" She says and they nod She got into her car and her driver starts the ignition, "Donatello's Mansion!" She says and She put on her shades and sat back as they start to move. Soon enough they arrived at the extremely large estate, A full smirk made its way to her lips as they drove into the estate, So Donatello lives in such a castle with his family, Isn't it sad that it would be hers in a few minutes

Tom asked Brandi as he drove through the streets, keeping his eyes pealed for trouble. “It’s a Van Damme movie, my first major studio film,” Brandi excitedly told Tom. “Wow,” said Tom. “Congratulations.” “Thanks!” Brandi replied, blushing a little. “See that car up ahead?” Tom asked her, pointing to a brown Cadillac that was weaving all over the road ahead of them. “Yes,” nodded Brandi. “He’s not driving very straight.” “Probably a drunk,” agreed Tom, flicking a switch on the dashboard in front of him and turning on the squad cars lights and sirens.