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Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him. "So Scar is a villain, I like that, I'm sure you know this by now, I love villains. I identify as one."

I reply. “We were just talking about that on Tuesday after lunch!” Trent exclaims and Rhett shoots him a look that shuts him up. “Marrianna, I’m going to fill you in on something…I like beautiful women, I like gorgeous men, I like a lot of people, but I only respect a small handful. Three are at this table. Two are my favorite professors,one is my mother and we are going to go to the house of the other one…oh and my friend Von who gets mad props as a first year nursing student who helped patch our princess here up because while our pretty princess was out at a bar alone she was flirting with a guy who was into it until her hardon poked him. But you see, I want her to be proud of her big dick

I stood up to his full height and narrowed my gaze at the man. “I see you’re nice and cozy with the enemy, Lilith. Your father would be so disappointed in you but that’s nothing new, he’s always been disappointed. He only allowed you to keep the job here because he was too embarrassed to have you out in the work force, sullying his good name. You have never done anything right. He’s complained many times about you and your bastard son,” the man continued shouting.

I tore the photo instantly—no thought, no hesitation. Second photo: Connor Ivanov. Handsome, polished, with a reputation for charm and ruthlessness. I’ve heard whispers of his cruelty—smiling while orchestrating chaos. Third: Finneas Diaz. Quick-tempered, fiercely loyal to his own, and utterly unpredictable. His men would die for him without question, but the same loyalty could turn deadly if crossed. Fourth: Oscar Montoya. Older, experienced, cunning. Known for controlling underground gambling rings and shipping empires alike. Patience is his weapon, subtlety his armor.

A villain with a glass of apple juice in his hands—instead of a throat-grating shot of scotch, or a bowl of fresh human blood. A villain, especially one with a hefty goal should have black as his ensemble. Not multicolored boxer shorts and flip flops. He was supposed to be in his chambers, peering at the mind maps he'd drafted. Not basking in the mild Tuscan sun. A villain that likened himself to the devil should have his lips stretched in a grim line as he went through his loan over and over and over again. He definitely shouldn't be grinding lips with a scantily clad lady.

Not to mention he was an immoral man borderline psychopath, loves murder and sex. He was perhaps the only man in Central Continent that has a harem of the size of a army battalion. He is the kind of a man I despise, the fucked everyone that he liked and just dumped them all over the place. Even though I have sex too, but I never cast aside my woman, that is my style I took responsibility to whatever I touched. In terms of his prowess, he was a Tier 3 combatant, quite strong and the bloods that were on his hand were plenty, and everyone hated him and wanted him to die at very prayers that any man and would made daily, the Empire citizens always cursed him and his family to die.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

“If they told you to find a nice guy who wears a suit to work and earns an honest living?” Someone who hadn’t killed a hundred people. Someone who didn’t tattoo his arms to hide his track marks. Someone who wasn’t out all hours of the night because that’s when the criminals roamed. Someone who didn’t have twenty guns on display in the back of his closet. Bastien was the textbook definition of a bad boy, the guy who would make any mother scream, but I was in this for the long haul. “No.” That handsome smile spread over his lips, making him so damn attractive. “Alright, then.”

The sight of blood made me sick but still, I didn’t think of leaving and Bernardo made sure to keep Sean away from me. Even as they fought. Okay, not fight because he hasn’t been able to deliver a single successful punch at Bernardo so it was more like Bernardo beating his ass up and undoing all the work I did. It was kind of comical seeing him go from being a ruthless villain talking about what he would do to my body to being an almost lifeless loser. The things I found out from the man. Goodness, I don’t think a greater evil ever existed. He killed so many shifters and even non-shifters. He did many shits that I couldn’t even bring myself to say out loud. There was so much evil inside of h

He’d momentarily lost the dark side of himself—the empty, hollowing side that sucked at your soul when he looked at you—and appeared like a genuinely carefree guy in his twenties. The family had painted him as a killer and an angry, ruthless one at that. Even the villain in the story had dimensions that were pure and innocent. A villain is molded and shaped over time by the torture they have to endure. I wondered what HJ would have been like had he never been born into the mafia. I liked to think his laugh would have been contagious, that he would have gotten everything he wanted, lived the life he wanted. I didn’t believe in happy endings, but I could wish for them in the dark, hidden corne