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she says. ‘What? He exclaimed. ‘Comeon , this is not for you dear, you are a woman, my wife to be , If I can get this money , we would go and start a new life , I wouldn’t want us to start a new life, do you think , I want to continue the fraud and the drug ? no , I can’t have a wife and kids and still be doing this kind of work, I didn’t want to risk your life and our kids “ Akin says.

If I had known what you are , I wouldn't have slept with you " "Look, can we just forget about this and move on " he says frustrated. "How can I move on from the fact that you are a criminal, that you kill people, you're a murderer " "I don't kill " he answers. "Then what do you do? Drugs? Because I know that a Mafia cannot stand without his two things. " "I don't do drugs too, I have people to do those things for me " he says. I scoff and look at him. Lies. Did he think I am so naive, that I will just believe his lies.

I raised my hands. "Hold on. I am a criminal now?" I'm aware I took the lives of their men. However, I can't accept the consequences if they didn't do likewise. And since I do not plan to increase my crime, I ran, bumped them, smashed their swords and shields, and ran again to escape.

“Wolves aren’t cute and cuddly like kittens, they’re vicious, cruel. They fight to defend what they love, the pack, territory, their she-wolves and pups. They have no tolerance for weakness and rogues. They fight because the world they live in is dangerous and unforgiving. Sounds familiar?” “Are you comparing their world to your life of crime? Do they sell drugs? Do they ship weapons illegally? Do they sell women?” I couldn’t stop myself. ““They do what’s needed to survive. Just like me. You won’t be safer there, baby girl.” I shook my head. “I feel sorry for you, Nico. They used you. That Big Jim abused you. He saw a vulnerable boy and turned him into a criminal. That is not who you are, no

He was a yakuza that had lived his whole life as someone that did not follow the norms of a sophisticated life. Talking and conversing while sitting in such a flamboyant pose in a meeting was not this taste. Dave shrugged upon hearing his answer and threw it at the back of his head. “Oho, so you want to kill him for your sake huh?” “Yes but I am afraid if my men do it, I will be called out as guilty for other crimes that I am involved in,” “The police here are sniffing dogs, they can sniff out anything.” Seshimaru clicked his tongue and let out a slight chuckle.

He looked like the image of death. Something had killed him while he was trying to assault me. It had saved me. But what was capable of something so… demonic? And I suddenly realized something. There would be no escape. Chad was dead. Everyone knew he was hunting me. When they found him dead—and they would when dawn broke, they would say it was me. I would be a killer. And someone who killed one from their own pack was a criminal who deserved death. I was born a crime. But now, I was a criminal.

Aria All my life, I thought rogues lived in caves with rocks for a pillow and a pile of leaves for a bed. But after meeting Peter, my views about them totally changed. Rogues had a reputation for being the worst criminals in werewolf society. The majority of them were plunderers, thieves, and killers. They were known to have committed the worst crimes you could possibly imagine. To be called one was not only derogatory but a curse to carry as well.

She mumbled trying to look positive. “It is that bad.” I let out in a whisper. “These folks are murderers and drug dealers. How the hell am I to survive here?” Chantelle sighed, “You will definitely survive and there is a reason their identity is known to everyone. At least you know what they are. No one is trying to play saint with you.”

He took another sip. “See Lucy, I know how this life works. I have my own gang. But there’s one thing I will never ask them to do.” “What?” I asked. “To waste innocent lives.” I swallowed, guilt sprouted. “You would not understand.” “I understand that you wanted to survive and your anger was also a factor propelling you. Probably you felt the whole was against you. You blamed life for leaving you an orphan. But even bad guys have rules.” Suddenly uncomfortable, I stood and paced. “Not all bad guys.”

I ran out of the pack, arriving at the forest before running towards the cabin where my men stayed. I might not be an Alpha but I was secretly a rogue king. The king of most rogues in the entire werewolf world. People saw us as bad guys but they never wondered if we just became bad guys some day. They never wondered what turned us into bad guys. When we the 'bad guys’ share our stories, it'll then be revealed that the 'good guys’ are just a bunch of narcissistic bad guys. Though no one cheated me and I was never betrayed. I was only a realist and after listening to the 'bad guys'’ side of the story, I knew justice was the only way. Pay back was the only route. Revenge was the only path.