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King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

Frank suggested. "What do you mean?" Richard asked enthusiastically. After a brief silence, Frank said, "Sarah doesn't know that I have fully recovered. Make her believe that I'm dead and will be buried this week. She'll definitely come back to pay her last respect to me then we'll play the video for her in the supposed venue for the funeral," There was a brief silence in the study room. "Thank you, man," Richard said. He stood up and gave Frank a hug. A day after, Daisy travelled to London to inform Sarah about Frank's death. The news of Frank's death made Sarah feel so devastated that she swore never to forgive Richard in her entire life.

This wasn't going to be good. Right on cue, Franklin appeared with his men from the opposite end. He was tall, greying, and wore an expensive smirk. “Dominic,” he greeted. “Still alive, I see.” “Unfortunately for you,” Dominic replied evenly. Shit. They exchanged a brief handshake before moving away. Then an exchange of boxes of sealed good for cash began. But Franklin’s eyes were too still, and he was still putting on that smirk. I noticed it too late before the first shot cracked through the air. Then another.

He fled out of the club as if all the demons of hell were behind him. “You couldn’t let me have just one?” Sal grumbled at me, frowning. I grinned and slapped him on the back. “Spare your strength and your blade, Salvatore. We still need to visit our friend Frank.” *** Frank lived alone on a small farm outside Surrey. He’s never been married and lived a very private life. We arrived there and it struck me that everything was eerily quiet. There was no movement, and all the windows and doors were closed. “Seems like our boy Frank isn’t at home.” Sal said. “Maybe he skipped out on us. Twenty million is a lot, Boss. The temptation was too much.”

Davis’ P.O.V. “What are we doing here, Davis?” Frank was the first in the group to speak. There’s never been a time I have seen him intimidated, not even now in a room full of criminals and large men with even larger muscles. He had buzzed his black hair down for the summer, barley leaving any on his scalp. It only added to his tough demeanor as he crossed his arms, scanning the room with nothing more than destent. “I need a favor. Quite a few favors, actually. I am calling in what I’m owed.”

Fearful faces glance up at me, each one under the watchful eye of at least one of Luca's, Mitchel's, or Drake's men, their imposing figures a constant reminder of the tension in the air. As I step into the seventh room, I unexpectedly encounter Drake. His playful smile dances at the corners of his lips, a stark contrast to the unease surrounding us. He leans casually against the doorframe. "Still alive?" he teases, his tone light yet loaded with an undercurrent of seriousness as he observes my determined stride through the dimly lit hallway. He's stood next to Franko's dead body, five bullets to the head by the looks of it. "Not trustworthy," he notes.

With one vicious movement, he tore the vampire's throat open, letting the blood that gushed out pour on his face and all over his body. The vampire's body twitched, then stilled and Ryker stood up, turning around to face Bryan and Aiden, now covered in blood. "That's five," he muttered. "I'm sure this is just the beginning, and how the f*ck… are they out in daylight?" "Well," Bryan chuckled, stepping over a corpse, "They have daylight rings."

Ryder spoke ip "Here's what we can do. I'm willing to help. My father is dead so my mother would be willing to let you all stay in dark sky pack” Frank suggested. I wondered how he was able to say his father was dead without any sign of emotion. "No” Callum voiced out in an instant "Nothing of that sort would ever happen" “I know you are stubborn, but I don’t think you are fucking stupid to risk her life. I am doing this for Liv. She is not safe here and you clearly know it” Frank responded.

"I didn't think it was you!" Linnea Rivera couldn't help but be amazed. The man laughed mockingly: "So what? This makes me even more excited!” Linnea Rivera coldly: "What do you want?!" He replied slowly: “What do I want? I want to travel with you! And then let the three of you die in the same place, I'm looking forward to that scene!" Linnea Rivera angrily shouted: "Why are you like that, he's your brother!" That person is indeed Raymond Frank.

I don't want to drag you down, so I can only prove my innocence with my death. "This wolf fang is for you, as a keepsake. "Rachel, I hope you'll find happiness in the future." Before he could finish, he stopped breathing. His eyes remained open even in death. I didn't even have time to mourn. The guards dragged his body away. In the wasteland, werewolves died every day. They were used to it. No matter how desperately I tried to stop them, I couldn't keep Frank's body.