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I hesitated at first but decided to obey him when I caught a glimpse of the rage in his eyes, I leaned forward and bent a bit, so his mouth could reach my ears “Mark is no saint. He is more of my hitman than my daughter's bodyguard. Plot twist; I assigned him to murder my political opponent who was standing in my way, and he did a wonderful job,” I held my mouth in awe to avert a scream. It was the most insane revelation I ever heard. Mark, a murderer? But he doesn't even look like one. This is unbelievable. Who could have thought that Mark is capable of even hurting a fly?

I smiled softly at him before saying, "I never will. You know, my dad wanted me to kill you. The night we met, he told me to do whatever I can but he needs you dead. He did not even once think about me. He knew that it would be a suicide mission for me considering that you're the most powerful mafia leader and stuff. All he cares is about himself and his fucking position. I would've done what he asked me to, even if it would have been unsuccessful but then he changed plans." "Did you want to kill me?" Ares asked which made me shook my head almost instantly before replying, "I refused but then he asked me if I would want my mom's, Ben's and Carl's dead body as a Christmas gift." "He blackmail

Alexandra says. Ruiz smiles. It is the smile of a man who has not been told no in a very long time and finds it almost charming. "You understand what happens if you walk out of this building with that ledger. You understand who it exposes and what those people are capable of." "I understand completely," Alexandra says. "Then you understand that there are people connected to that ledger who are not criminals in any conventional sense. People with authority over resources that you cannot outrun." He takes another step. "Give me the ledger. I will let you and the agent walk away. You have my word."

The sound of a pack recognizing their Alpha. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, watching him bask in their adoration. This was Lucian Blackwood. Not the hedonistic playboy who treated his office like a pleasure den. Not the arrogant heir who propositioned me while still inside another woman. This was the Alpha who had leaped through a window to defend his people. Who had fought on the front lines. Who had led his pack to victory against a coordinated attack. And standing there, watching him move through the crowd with blood on his skin and triumph in his eyes, I felt something shift inside me.

"Rock, Shin! Kill him! Once we're done here, we'll head into Eastblue city to kill off all their families in revenge for the death of my son!" "Yes sir!"the too many standing behind him roared in unison and acknowledgement of their masters order as they stepped forward. What made these two men stand out was the way they were dressed. The one was dressed in all black was Rock, while the one in all white was Shin. They were Lucas Brown's right hand men and had killed hundreds of people. They were notoriously known for being ruthless and no one had ever survive their attacks. They were the reason Lucas Brown was where he was today.

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

They were infamous. Petrov. Sokolov. Brothers by bloodshed, not birth. Legends in the criminal underworld. Ruthless. Loyal. Unshakable. It was said that to strike one was to invite death from all three. The moment you harmed one, the others would hunt you to hell’s doorstep and drag you back just to watch you bleed. And they were loyal to Bain Blackwood. Her stomach twisted, but her face remained calm. “Are you ready for that kind of comeback?” the lieutenant asked quietly. “Because if we touch him, we don’t just get him—we get them.”

A suicidal mission as always! “Gentlemen!” the Commander welcomed us into the office, “What is he doing here?” “Relax! Afternoon to you too, partner.” I said, “Today we meet here because we have a serious matter to deal with. I wouldn’t say any of you is lucky to be part of the plan because it`s not like I had a choice, you are all I have.” I sighed, “Commander, this man you know as an Advocate, I know him as a worse human I`ve ever met. He`s the Cruel man, the reason I am who I am today. And this one, the most wanted criminal in the country; by both the police and other criminals. He`s not bad as they portray him to be. He`s the Black Jesus, ask yourself why?”

No matter how many waves crash at it, it remains unbending. In the underworld, keeping your identity is vital to survival. It’s very easy to kill someone and have their families want revenge, even if your actions weren’t personal. So among hit people and assassins – yes, there is a difference – we are only referred to by our codenames. We tend to come about them based on our chosen kill method. I ended up being called Blackheart because I tend to exsanguinate my victims and watch them die and those who have met me describe me as cold and emotionless.

“Damn you! “Bastard! “How dare you belittle the Briewood Gang’s name?! “I’ll rip you to shreds and feed you to the fishes!” Black Dog exclaimed with a dejected look on his face. In his eyes, the Briewood Gang was God. The Briewood Gang gave him everything he ever wanted! He depended on the gang! Whoever would go against the Briewood Gang was opposing Black Dog as well. At that very moment, he wanted to kill off the bastard who was blatantly insulting the Briewood Gang before him!