Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio Novels & Stories

Before you disappear into it like an ant beneath my boot. The Black Scorpion stood. He walked slowly, with the elegance of an old lion that still knows he's king of the jungle. He approached a liquor cabinet, poured another drink, and placed it on the table in front of Dino. —Scottish whisky. From the days when Kellan Doyle was useful. You knew me by that name, didn’t you? Dino nodded, barely able to move his head. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum. —He was one of my many faces. The one I let be seen when I needed to get my hands dirty without tarnishing my name. But you betrayed me. You blamed me.

I punish him for what he’s done. For what he was going to do. For making me a failure. Blood soaks my hands. And I don’t stop. I don’t stop until he’s unrecognizable. Unrecognizable as a man. I don’t stop until my I'm breathing hard and my hands ache as much as my heart does. Through the open front door, I can hear the sound of sirens. And I finally sit back, looking down at what’s left of Dario's head. “I don’t want Dario to disappear.”

Dorian was shaking beside me, his eyes fixed on the fire. "He’s still in there," Dorian whispered. "No," I said, my voice hardening into steel as I stood up. I looked at the encrypted coordinates glowing on the screen. "He’s a Santoro. He’s too arrogant to die in a pile of rust." I turned away from the fire, looking toward the dark outline of the Veronesi factory in the distance. The "Regret" had done its job. Now, it was time for the "Revenge."

He had said he was going to college, but in reality, he went underground as a hacker. Dorian was a big bear of a man, and he could hack into things others wouldn't dare try. Not only could he hack, but he also had people working for him that were the muscle that made people disappear. Dorian typically used his skills to steal from the rich to give to the poor; he saw himself as a Robinhood. If someone got close to finding out or turning him in to the police, they were never heard from again.

It seemed that the suggestion given by the boss to Dio began to nest in his brain. Quickly, he said while opening the car door, "Come on, Boss. Let's destroy the shells of those poison snails!" "Come on! Who's afraid!" Erlan also got out of the car. "Who are you all! You troublemakers!" Dio snapped sharply. Then started his first punch. Meanwhile, Erlan smiled with satisfaction seeing some of the black-clad men begin to fall helplessly because they received deadly attacks from him and from Dio. But their number was getting more and more, like bees that had just come out of their hive.

The Moretti name still stood in stone, but tonight it smelled of blood. I fished the burner from my sleeve. One person I could use without walking into the Vulture’s eyes, Dario. His nickname, the Watcher, was whispered across the city; he kept small lines of power and men of his own, an estate like a watchtower tucked off the coast. He had a weakness I could exploit. I tapped the device. “Dario.” Static, then his low voice: “Emilia.” “Did you know?” I asked, too calm for what I felt. Too cold.

I used one of my fingers to roll my piston while explaining to them. “The guy isn't weighed down by what he carried so it's obvious that it isn't her. Also, Ava's cloth is blood red, this looks more like wine… I guess they failed in planning it right,” I added with a smirk. Suddenly, Alessandro's face lit up as he called my attention to something… A black car that desperately tried to avoid the CCTV “That is Dario, boss,” my eyes widened as he pointed at the scar on the guy's hand. Dario truly has a scar that ran all the way from his face to his hand, it was caused by a sword.

Dorian glares at them one last time before falling back to his seat grudgingly. Just then, A new face strolls in, a jagged scar running from his head to the front of his neck. Drogo stirs faintly on the surface, the bloodthirst rolling off the scarred face manages to wake my wolf from his slumber. Dorian notices too, his shoulders tensing.

Dario was impatient, and it looked like he was going to send the man away. “I am sorry for disturbing you, Dario. I saw you from my table right there…” The man pointed at his table across the hall, but Dario didn’t seem interested. Then he sighed. “My name is Morgan, Dario. I am Morgan Perry.” He made the instruction as fast as he could, and then he extended his hand toward Dario for a handshake, but he was ignored. Dario’s countenance changed at once, and it was very obvious that he had recognized him at a glance.

I asked, looking at him. “P - P - Pete,” he stuttered, “Please, I have a family. Two kids,” he bargained. “And I’m not mother Theresa,” I pulled the trigger at him and the bullet went into his skull. I sighed and looked at Colin, who looked surprised. “Clean that up,” I said, and he nodded, quickly moving. “I have what you asked for,” Dario said, looking back at Colin. "Leave us." “He is one of us now,” I said, taking off my bloodied shoes. "Isn't that right Colin?,"