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Drago asked, his voice was turning chilly by each seconds, “all her life, I have been trying my possible best to give her the best of life. Ever since I lost her mother, I hardly let her out of my sight. The two men that tried this rubbish died the very day and I am ready to forgive you and let you go free if you tell me where the hell to find my daughter and which motherfucker hired you to deliver her!” “You will know soon enough,” El Diablo murmured with a smile. Everything happened in a second, his hands reached to his holsters, pulling out his sliver guns and turning with the series of gunshots heard, more than half the men dropped dead and the remaining two fired at him. He ducked the b

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

They could vividly see a figure pointing a sniper at them and that figure was none other than Flame with Cisco piloting the helicopter. "Sh*t! Shoot!!" Demetrius spatted and his men began shooting at the helicopter. Flame effortlessly took them down Demetrius men made to shoot Aurelio but another bullet took him from behind. They turned to see Viper coming out of the dark, dressed in all black. "It's been long I've had a blood bath. Time for the fun" He smirked and brought out a dagger from his pocket Holding his gun on one hand with a dagger on the other Viper launched at them, shooting and slashing throats.

“O-Okay. Thank you so much.” Hand in hand, they got out of the car and rang the bell. A heavily armed man opened the gate for them with his gun aiming at Daemon’s head. “Freeze!” he yelled at Daemon. “I want to see my mother. I’m here to visit her,” Devon said in a calm tone despite her hand chilling in his grip. “I’ll put that gun down if I were you,” Daemon said without any sound of fear in his voice. With his towering height and muscular body, he can easily subdue the man if he wants to.

Everything was giving luxury. And that was when I saw him. Through the window. Sword in hand. Shirtless. Muscles glistening in the sun like oil poured over rage. Damon. Alpha. King of this fucking nightmare. His body moved like a weapon. Every strike of the sword brutal. Every twist of his torso pornographic. I bit my lip so hard it bled. Then he turned. And he saw me. Our eyes locked. Blue. Fucking blue. Like frostbite.

I still haven’t felt Dakota return to me, which was a concern for me in battle since I couldn’t shift, and for all we knew I wouldn’t be able to heal myself the same. Dakota, buddy, I know you’re hurt and healing but please. I need you to come back to me so we can get our mate out of there. I tried reaching out to him one more time. Before I knew it, I had been lulled off to sleep. Waking suddenly as the car jerks and sways, bumping up and down on the uneven terrain of the Rogue Lands. That’s when we hear what sounds like an avalanche coming from somewhere in the distance, and that’s when I felt it. A slight shiver goes down my spine and suddenly, like a thunderclap, my head feels like it’s

She rolled back up and started sparring with him again. He held up his left hand and they stopped. They sat down in the grass as she gulped down a jug of water. "What's the matter?" He asked gently. "You want revenge." The jug froze in her hands and she stiffened. The memory of Duncan's lifeless body flashed through her eyes and she threw her head back in sorrow. A tear slipped out from her right eye. "I want revenge too but if you keep training with that mindset, you're not a warrior anymore."

For an instant, he showed signs of the old Luca, a young man who once brought me chicken soup when I was sick, but quickly closed himself off. Luca made no visible indication of his thoughts. As usual, he presented a façade of muscle and intimidation. His pale-blue eyes seemed to burn into me from behind the robes he hastily donned. Little could he hide the power held within the man, or the dried blood from the killer on his person. “I won’t be manipulated by such a sob story. I built this entire empire with my bare hands, and I know about desperate people. And I know how to use them.” Luca finally released my jaw, stepping back and arranging his robe.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?