Novel & Cerita Dangerous Fellows Zion

someone yelled. Elias spun around, outraged. “You shoot, and you’ll start something you can’t stop!” One officer shouted to another: “Call containment—this looks like one of Kass’s—” He cut himself off. Alexander’s head snapped up. Kass’s. Of course. Z-03 and Z-04 Step Forward Z-03 moved before anyone else did. The giant stabilizer stepped between the group and the police, its massive armored frame glinting under the flashing sirens.

Zion was right there with him, moaning louder, hips stuttering. “Come on,” Elias snarled, slamming in particularly deep. “Come like the dirty prisoner you are.” Zion shattered first. His whole body tensed, a guttural shout tearing from his throat as he came hard, pulsing over Elias’s fist and splattering the wet tiles. His hole clenched violently around Elias’s cock in rhythmic waves, squeezing and fluttering in a way that dragged Elias over the edge right after him.

He wanted to torment Zenon, so he would not display his full strength for the time being. Zenon’s goal was also very simple. He just wanted to stall the opponent and leave the rest to the Palmore family and the Saints Association's law enforcement team. By the time they exited the black hole, the Fellowes family should be annihilated. The Fellowes family was so weak, and their strongest combat power was those three True Saints. With two of them still injured, how would it be possible for them to go against the combined forces of the Palmore family and the Saints Association's law enforcement team?

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

“He betrayed us. He sold out intel to a rival gang and nearly got my father killed. He’s lucky we didn’t bury him six feet under.” “Touching,” Graham said mockingly. “But you didn’t, did you? Because you had a soft spot. For me. And now? I’m returning the favor.” His gun lifted toward me. In an instant, Jillian stepped in front of me. “You’re not touching her.” Graham cocked the weapon. “One bullet. Just one. And this all ends.” Jillian’s voice dropped. “Do it. You’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

I bellowed, my voice a violent snarl, the kind that shook the walls and made the entire room still. Fernando flinched beneath the weight of it, sitting stiff and pale in the chair across from me. His problem was that the Volkovs had multiple hideouts—safehouses scattered across the state like roaches—and there was no clear way of knowing which one they’d dragged her to. But I didn’t give a single fuck. I would burn them all down. I would reduce every last one of their concrete boxes to ash and bone if it meant getting her back.

Kyra said. "WHAT?" exclaimed Kay and Kim together after hearing that fantastic price. Kyra shifted her screen again and saw the money offered for Noxious to kill Logan Moretti. Kim shook her head in disbelief. "Wow! A million dollars. Is he so dangerous that he is worth that high?" Kyra reads more information about their new target. "From the information given, it is very dangerous. Logan is known as the Sicilian Berserker." Kim's eyes narrowed at her younger sister. "Berserker? What is it?"

His men wanted to move, but Zion lifted his hand at them and said, "No, there's no need to move." "Drop your weapons now, or you will all die," Shawn said. The men all looked at Zion, and Zion nodded, telling them to go ahead. They all dropped their guns, and then Shawn squatted in front of Zip. and said, "Think hard. Do not waste my time, Zion. Where is Queen?" Zion still refused to speak, and Shawn angrily pointed his gun at him and his hand went to the trigger as he shot his arm. After shooting his arm, the other six men got up and wanted to attack and protect Zion, but then the Black Scorpions who were with Shawn opened fire on them, and they all died.

Zion winces with each word, the effort causing him pain as he relays his garbled warning. "The brotherhood is...using rogues. Twisting them...They...working with...enemy who wants what we want...wolves...separate...from ...humans and witches. Wolves close to...your alpha." "Who?!" Fear for my mate races through my heart and I fight the urge to reach down and shake Zion until he tells me the rest. "What do you mean? Tell me!" He opens his mouth like a gutted fish, his lips wide and puckered as he stutters..."More than one..."

he asked. “Of course. The hatred I have for Thomas Mayo is no less than yours. Right now, the only thing I really want to do is to kill him,” Zion stated coldly. “Then say it, what’s your plan?” “Ahem.” Zion cast a glance at the armed bulky men behind him. Warren signaled them to leave with a wave of his hand. In the room, just Zion and he remained. Only then Zion explained, “Do you know why we’re called the Viper Gang?”