Novel & Cerita Benzino Neck

“Welcome back, you reckless bastard.” Nero steps forward, his expression still tense, his gaze sharp as he assesses Zane, taking in the fresh marks on our necks, the signs of our bond. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—relief, maybe, or grudging acceptance. He reaches out, clapping a firm hand on Zane’s back, a gesture that speaks louder than any words he could offer. “Welcome home, Zane,” he says, his voice filled with a warmth I haven’t heard in a long time. “It’s good to see you in one piece… for the most part.”

I hate being called Benicio. - Well, “sir Benício”. He emphasized the name Ben said he hated. – I didn't see him on the cameras of the North B. building, while Miss Novaes wrote “unclassified”, crossing it out with a key, on the Maserati bought exactly six months ago by Mr. Heitor Casanova. Ben began coughing incessantly, almost choking, as he put his hand on his chest, looking like he was in a panic attack. - He wasn't with me at this time. - I spoke. – I was guilty. And... Will I be arrested? - I was worried. – Is this going to be written somewhere forever? Like... That I... I scratched the North B CEO's car.

James narrowed his eyes before he took a sip of red wine. Outside the door, Benjamin straightened his necktie calmly. When it came to mind games, Benjamin never ever lost.

“Focus on driving Ben!” Ben nodded, he maximized his driving speed. Bang..Bor… Ben slightly lost his balance. The car hit the road divider. Aldo, who was not wearing an observation belt, was thrown forward. His head hit the car window. Key immediately helped Aldo. "Al, are you okay?"

I whisper softly, ripping at the bottom of my top, using the torn fabric to press against his stomach as a makeshift gauze. "I need them to kill him," Benji leaned in close, his voice a mere whisper as his fingers gently cradled my chin, ensuring our eyes were locked in a compelling gaze. With a swift motion, he reached into the depths of his pocket and pulled out that intriguing little device he had been clutching just yesterday. Carefully, he used his nails to deftly pry off a panel from the wall, exposing the gleaming electronic interface hidden beneath that I hadn't known was there.