Batman: The Enemy Within The Telltale Series Novels & Stories

I say, feeling betrayed. Damn! Did one of mine betray me? " You think? But who could have allied with them? " Guilhermino asks thoughtfully, making a strange face. "Does anyone here have a spider tattoo on their shoulder?" He immediately looks at me confused. " Which is? Spider tattoo, what the fuck? I shrug it off, downing more shots of whiskey. " I remember one of the men is shirtless and has this tattoo, maybe it's someone from here." I clarify, pouring myself more of the amber drink.

**** Dear Reader, I very much hope that you enjoyed meeting the characters of the ‘Unseen Enemy’ series. The stories will continue in ‘Enemy Outside’ (Unseen Enemy #2), which focuses on Dallas and Olivia, and which is available here on GoodNovel. I also invite you to visit my website: www.marysoljamesromance.com

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

She turned towards the place he had pointed, and noticed a tiny Batman figurine stood in the corner, perched on the base near the radio. “That’s Batman, right?” Kael repeated, this time in a higher voice. Laurel blinked in surprise. She had expected Kael to stay completely withdrawn. Yet here he was, talking. And to a stranger. He knew not to talk to a stranger, she had drilled that in him before he even clocked five. Nolan chuckled from his seat, glancing at the figurine in the dashboard. “Sharp eyes,” he said with a smile. “Yeah, that’s Batman. But he’s not my favorite.”

Turning back, my cheeks heated into a blush, and I questioned Anji, “Really? Did Alpha Xander stare at me?” “Yes,” Anji replied, then she paused, “But why do you sound excited about that?” “Nothing... And I was not excited at all. It was just a question.” “I hope you remember your deal with Alpha Darwin...” “Deal? How did you know?” I questioned, creasing my brows. Is she Alpha Darwin’s spy who is pretending to be my assistant? “I was aware of it. Also, there is one thing you should always remember... Never fall in love with your enemy,” Anji spoke, sounding strict and sincere as she said her last statement slowly and clearly.

He fell to his knees, gasping. Antonio tensed. Ethan’s hand went to his gun. And then I saw his face. Matteo’s right-hand man. The one who had been by his side for years. The one who never left his shadow. And now, he was bleeding out on my father’s floor. His gaze locked onto Enzo. “You—” He coughed, crimson spilling from his lips. “You set us up.” Enzo crouched beside him, tilting his head. “I did. And it worked, didn’t it?”

The attack had been prepared too perfectly. Too quickly. Too efficiently. The false retreat order wasn't the leak. It was the cover. The real leak happened earlier. Much earlier. Someone inside had warned the enemy. And then created confusion to hide it. Mia felt a chill run down her spine. The enemy wasn't manipulating them from outside anymore. They were operating from within. That evening, Don Romano called an emergency meeting. Every captain attended. Every advisor. Every trusted name. The atmosphere was toxic. Suspicion sat in every chair.

Maybe not even to myself. "Your family destroyed mine," I said instead. "This seems... poetic." She nodded slowly, like she'd expected that answer. "Three days, then." "Three days." She left, closing the door softly behind her. I stood there in the empty room, wondering what the hell I'd just agreed to. My phone buzzed, a text from Dec, Please tell me you didn't just do something monumentally stupid. I typed back, Define stupid. You know exactly what I mean. That was Elara Vance. VANCE. As in, your family's sworn enemy, as in, the granddaughter of the man who destroyed your grandfather.

Usually, having her in my bed was exactly what I needed to shut my brain off, but tonight, my system was haywire. It was probably the mark. I could feel it pulsing in my own veins, a phantom heat that wouldn't go away. When I’d bitten Elena Thorne, her blood had hit my tongue like a drug—sweet, metallic, and addictive. Now, that blood was in my system, acting like a damn compass, always pointing toward the room at the end of the hall. It was a pull I hadn't prepared for. Stay focused, Adrian, I told myself. She’s the daughter of the enemy.