Novelas y relatos de Dc Mercenary

He headed back to his motel on foot and Julian trailed him back and watched him get into his motel. Julian sat in his car researching about Dmitri with the help of Frederick without moving an inch except to get an hamburger to eat until it was dark. Julian found out that Dmitri is a Russian mercenary for hire. There was another movement at the door and this caught Julian’s attention. He picked up his binocular, looked through and saw another man coming out of the motel room hurriedly as he crossed to the other street, started his bike and zoomed off. Julian got out of his car and headed towards the motel room, his gun in his hand and right behind him.

She missed him so much that it was unbearable, and she regretted everything she had done. Every day, she would drink herself into oblivion, and as a result, the baby in her womb didn't survive. Her uterus had to be removed as well. That was when Dash showed up. He threatened to leak explicit photos of her unless she handed the company over to him. He had planned to use the baby to secure his place, but it had never occurred to him that she would give up the baby for Tristan. Dash had always known that she loved Tristan. He never dreamed of getting her love—all he wanted was money and power.

Now, after forcing him to take her into the dark heart of Vancouver's lower East Side and telling a gut-wrenching story of pain and loss, she was acting like life couldn't be better. In the space of an hour she'd turned his entire world and everything he assumed upside down. Him. A man that used to kill for money, a fact she would never learn, despite being so generous with her own life story. After leaving the military he became a hired gun in the middle East, telling himself he was working on the side of good. Until the body count became too high to stomach, even for him. He'd started his security company with the nearly two decades of mercenary money and skills he'd picked up overseas.

[Sienna's Pov - The Morning After The Fight] We'd captured twelve attackers during the battle. Most were mercenaries, hired wolves with no ideological commitment. But one was different. I recognized him immediately when I entered the interrogation room. Derek. Former Silverfang enforcer. Someone I'd fought beside years ago before I went rogue. "Sienna." His voice was hollow. "Of course you'd be here. Always on the right side, aren't you?" "Why are you working for Mordecai?"

Marcus noted, his demeanor shifting instantly from victim to soldier. "Mercenaries," Jack said, examining the print. "And they aren't hiding."

“Well. Pending funding, I assume.” My chest goes cold. She knows. “I’m not trying to invade your privacy,” she says quietly. “I’m explaining why I think you’ll stay when the others didn’t. You need this job. And I need someone who won’t quit the first time my son screams at them.” I look down at the paper. At my mother’s name printed there in black ink. At the diagnosis I’ve been trying not to think about. “The pay is twenty thousand dollars per month,” Katrina says. She taps a line on the contract. “Six months. One-twenty thousand total.”

Soon, there was a number. There was Marco, a former—and intelligent safecracker with a heroin habit I swore I would keep in check, and Elena, a con artist who could charm a virgin into prostitution. The third, and my most favourite was Darius, a giant ex-mercenary who had lost his taste for loyalty but not for violence. He was like taking a risk, but that only added to the thrill in it for me. I gathered these three, gave them purpose and made sure they were aware of it so they would never forget, and made sure I named them ‘the Trinity’ to unify them mentally.

Just a text message with no context, no explanation, just words that made my entire body go cold: Look into Theo Mercer instead.

Lucas said that as he waved to his people, "Shoot them into sleeves." As he said that, and before his people raised the guns in their hands. Six or seven shadows rushed out like ghosts. Within a blink, all of them had been knocked down on the ground. These people were the Divine Mercenaries hiding in the dark. Those people, including Saber, had all reached eighth level of Overt Power and were all experienced. Those ordinary people were no more than a piece of cake for them. Lucas and his fellows had been knocked out before they could see it clearly.