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I replied, remembering what had happened in there. I wanted to ask Killian what he had done to make a man in like that to beg, but I decided against it. “If you think he needs to beg more, let me know,” Killian said coldly and I nodded my head. I caught the driver's eye from the rearview mirror but he said nothing to me. It felt like there was more to Killian than he let out, he seemed to be more than just the broke blind son of the Lexington's but no one knew about it.

Jaxon corrected, flashing a smile at Keith. “Your life is not going to end with the bratva son. Get a life outside it” Kieth advised. Jaxon had been working with the bratva since he was 20 and held a very high position there. He helped them cover up all their affairs in New York. He was what they called Sovietnik, the adviser of the brotherhood. Something no one knew about, except Kieth, Damon, and Jaxon's men. “I can take care of myself, Grandfather. You wanted me to get married. I've done that. Keep my dealings with the bratva out of this'' Jaxon stated.

** **Location: Conference Room 4B** No pleasantries. No context. Just a cold command. *4B.* The nickname whispered in hushed tones flashed in his mind: *The Silent Box.* No windows, only soundproofed walls and that infamous one-way mirrored glass turning occupants into specimens. A room for executions, not discussions. His gaze scanned the header again. No CC. No Elias Voss. Just him. Alone.

Almost condescendingly, Bale continues, "Okay, you know what? You know what, Joe? I'm going to tell you a little secret, right now. A Classified State Secret." "I don't wanna know.", Joe rebuffs. "Well, you're gonna hear it anyway!.." Bale retorts. And Joe bites his lower lip again. "Eric Sanchez is not the real leader of the Pierda drug ring. He may be one of the main distributors in the States, but he is mostly just an errand boy and a money launderer! The real Capo is a much more ruthless and powerful man. No one knows what he looks like. No one knows where he is from. No one even knows his fucking name. Some call him 'El Sol'. Others call him 'El Fuego'. And his most recent alias.. is 'E

“Good. Stay that way ---- At the office, I called Jakes in. “ He came in carrying his usual notepad, already looking like he was ready to start a briefing. “We might have a name,” I said. “Markus Bell. I want you to keep this off the official books for now. Only you, me and my uncle are in the loop.” Jakes frowned. “You think he’s the one behind Italy?” “That’s what the trail says,” I replied. “Until we find proof otherwise, we treat him as the prime suspect.” Jakes nodded slowly. “Understood, I’ll keep it quiet.” ---

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

He goes by Snow and he is the best at what he does that's why he ended up in juvie trying to hack into the FBI. He was able to find my stepfather's real name and age, what he actually does, why he was here, and his last known location in Anwood. While reading the file Snow sent about my stepfather, I learned that his real name is Dalston Stoke, he is 34 years old, and he is the right hand man of a small-time drug lord named Elijah Miller in Las Vegas.

No matter how one saw this man, it was undeniable that this guy exuded an aura of a prominent person. His real name was unknown. Yet, almost everyone had heard of his nickname in the Second World overseas. Castro was a very grounded name. It was said that this man had no other hobbies in his life other than smoking cigars. He couldn’t not have a cigar in his hand even for a moment. That was how he got his nickname. Castro’s nickname might not sound great, but he was the true boss of S.H.I.E.L.D. He enjoyed a high position and authority in the organization.

He tightened his grip. “No! Wait, no! I really am Vulcan, man. It’s a codename! Every member in the organization bears a codename taken from Ancient Roman religion. Look, my real name is boring ol’ Zac Zimmerman, okay? I’m not lying—this is the truth!” he cried out in tears.