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I paused, allowing my words to sink in properly before I proceeded, delving the tip of the gun into his neck with a sick grin on my face. "Oops, did I forget to add the part where you embezzled funds from the company you started up with your best friend a few years ago before you left him out in the dust and went ahead to start your fucking company! After stabbing him in the back!" My deep, dark voice resounded terrifically in the room. "I hate greedy old men but I despise betrayers even more," I applied pressure on his neck, growling out my words. "I…am__surrrw_y" He pleaded, choking on his words but I didn't give a fuck if he was sorry or not. I just wanted to get my point across.

He hadn't seen his best friend betraying him coming at all. "Oh please," Damian scoffed, found a stump of a collapsed pillar and sat on it. "That was what everyone said when I wanted to embark on this mission. Oh Luciano's undefeatable. Oh he's the lord of trickery and deception. Oh never underestimate him. And here we are. Bastard didn't know his best buddy was going to stab him in the back."

she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better, you don’t have to beat yourself up everyday because you can’t see, you are still the Nathan that the world knows and the world awaits more from you” “Babe…” he whispered but he could not get the words out of his mouth, he wasn’t expecting her to do this for him, this was the first time and it was beautiful. “Should I tell you another quote from the book?” “Hmmm” he nodded, “i really want to hear it” “Don't take life too seriously. Punch it in the fa

'WHO' I stabbed a knife in his left knee. 'ARE' I stabbed his left palm. 'YOU.' I stabbed his right palm. 'WORKING' I stabbed his chest right in the core. 'FOR?' 'deco vobis quia ego autem non semper neque. Et ait autem amen dico vobis quia unus est enim Sequetur quandoque te ista cetera of vestri vita.' he said. I knew latin and he just said 'I won't tell you not now not ever. But let me tell you one thing we will haunt you for the rest of your life.'

he asks, his voice tight with emotion. This has deeply affected each of my men, whether they admit it or not. We're supposed to be a familia, loyal to each other and protect one another at all costs. Or at least that's what I used to believe until I was viciously stabbed in the back. My jaw tenses. "Yeah, that backstabbing motherfucker is dead," I mutter. As I down the drink, there's a welcoming burn in my throat. "Fuck!" I roar, launching it towards the wall. Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass.

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”

He looked amused. "Why did you do this?" Rossi asked, looking him in the eyes. "What do you think?" he stepped closer and asked. Rossi had caught on the hatred burning in his eyes. He gulped in response. "You backstabbed me," Rossi accused in an unwavering tone. "I learned it from you," Killian didn't miss a beat before answering. "what they say..yeah.. what goes around, comes around. You too had backstabbed someone years ago, remember?" he quirked his brows and asked.

“The longer you're sabotaged, the more you find more weapons and the more you take more lives.” I shook my head. “You're a manipulative woman,” He spat, his face frowned and his eyes slitted. “You're not so weak? Are you?” The sharpness of his tone made my body quiver and a sharp tingle cut through my scalp. “I didn't do it.” He pressed his fingers deep into the stab I had in my thigh, “If you dare lie again I promise I will stab you myself in this thigh and cut your femoral artery. You'll die in minutes and not even the moon goddess can save you.”

" I casually pointed to one of the former review committee members and asked him to tell exactly what happened three years ago. Suddenly, everyone's eyes toward Nelson and Ben changed. Worse than using connections is using them and then blaming someone else—especially someone close to you. That's no different from backstabbing. Facing Nelson's and Ben's hateful stares, I curved my lips into a slight smile. They wouldn't be able to work in this industry in Brookshire anymore, at least. Their hatred was understandable. But... this wasn't over yet. Looking at the two of them, miserable as if at a funeral, I kindly hinted, "Haven't you wondered why these people are cooperating with me?"

> Hein…what the…did he regret stabbing me…?