Novel & Cerita Carlton Drake Venom

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

Kylo is starting to snarl and put me behind him protectively. "Moja Laska, it's okay. This isn't a threat. No harm is going to come to me." He looks deep into my eyes. I am sure he wants to know what I called him. But he was more curious about the smoke. Drake appears from the smoke. Always dashing and flashy. True Lord of the vampires style. He is wearing a black suit with silver and red accents. His black hair slicked back. His eyes weren't red but a deep purple. Kylo is in shock by someone so flashy just appearing from red smoke in my bedroom. I am unfazed. He does this often.. "Always with the dramatics." I whisper and giggle at the same time, while watching Kylo's reaction.

“Do you really think this is the wisest thing to do?” “Well-” The door opened again and Alex walked in, his calm face taking in the occurrence in the room. Drake smiled as he saw his friend walk in, the door closing after him. “It might not look like it, but you are at a disadvantage here, Carlson.” Mr. Windsworth took a look around, his head dancing slowly. “Do you think so?” “Alex will do the honours of reducing your shitty plans to ashes.” Drake locked eyes with Alex. “I believe he has a weapon as well.”

So fucking furious. “Don't kill your powers Draven! He has the Blood Vane necklace and is using the Mithril poison.” Vladimir warned me but I wasn't going to have any of that, I wasn't going to let a simp trample on me or the men mated to my mates! “No Draven, don't fucking call on your Dragon if he would die!” Lucian stood up and roared but that was going down the drain. “Don't do it you peacock! He's going to kill your bird with that poison!” Vladimir yelled, getting distracted and receiving a heavy punch that got him flying backward to land before the feet of Evelyn who yelled.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

What was the point once you saw what the girl had to offer? It was mercenary of him, but Drake didn’t normally stop to think about other people’s feelings. Hell, if he did, he’d never have a show called FIND LOVE OR STRIP . Actually, most of the programming on his TV Channel would be a bust. And Drake liked money. He liked money a lot more than he liked most people. The assistant—Lawson—returned with his drink. Rob tasted it, grimaced at the strength of the tequila, and drank it anyway. “We hear anything from Brown Brooke yet?”

The study is nothing like the rest of the penthouse. It’s darker, more enclosed, the walls lined with shelves full of books that don’t look decorative. Hardcovers with worn spines. Titles that suggest strategy, history, economics. The desk is heavy wood, solid and unadorned, its surface neat to the point of severity. Papers are stacked in precise piles. A leather notebook lies open beside a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the light. And next to it, unmistakable even at a glance, is a gun.

The one that arrives unannounced on a Tuesday morning. I’m on the couch, feet propped on pillows, laptop balanced on my thighs, reviewing final mockups for the Harper-Kane Industries launch campaign when the elevator chimes. Delivery men in Kane Industries uniforms wheel in the biggest box I’ve ever seen. It’s matte black carbon fiber, sleek as a spaceship, with holographic panels and a built-in vital monitor that syncs to an app. Alexander is in the kitchen, making me the only pregnancy craving he hasn’t mastered yet: pickled jalapeño and Nutella toast. He signs for the delivery without looking up.

"The shipment that was supposed to go through Diamondback territory before we burned their organization to the ground." Raven felt ice settle in her stomach. The Colombians weren't just another motorcycle club—they were international drug cartel with resources and reach that made the Diamondbacks look like amateur hour. If they were asking questions about disrupted operations... "How much?" Jax asked quietly. "Twenty million in product," Ghost replied. "Venom was supposed to facilitate the transfer, provide security and logistics. When we eliminated him and his people, we apparently interrupted a very important business arrangement." "And now they want their money," Raven said, the implicati