Novel & Cerita Dexter Vince Masuka

Marcel: The moment I sensed the fear in my woman’s scent, something in me snapped. Not the beast. Something colder. Deadlier. No one, not a single fucking soul, was going to scare her… not as long as I was breathing, and I was going to be sure that everyone knew that. Viktor Volkov stood across the courtyard like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t once placed a bounty on his own daughter’s head. His expression was calm, almost amused.

Giovanni was ruthless and ambitious, and he sensed a weakness in Abaddon's organization. As they arrived at Dexter's secluded hideout, they found him waiting, his tall and imposing figure standing with an air of authority. Dexter had a stern face with a chiseled jawline, a man who had seen his fair share of battles and was not one to back down from a fight. His eyes were intense, like a predator sizing up its prey, and his presence demanded respect and obedience. "Abaddon, Axel," Dexter greeted them with a nod, acknowledging their arrival. "I've been expecting you."

Malix Alphine “Woohoo!” I shouted after landing a clean shot straight through a man’s forehead, watching his body collapse lifelessly onto the ruined marble floor below. A grin spread across my face despite the chaos surrounding us. “I’m seriously getting better at this.” “Would you shut up for one second?” Dexter snapped, his voice sharp with irritation as his fingers moved rapidly across the screen of his tablet while his miniature laptop blinked with endless streams of code. “I’m trying to get the earpieces working again.”

If one paid closer attention to the duo, they'd notice the second man who had his head bowed slightly. The first man's face was completely shrouded by darkness but his pale hand which picked up his glass was totally visible. "Did you find who I'm looking for?" He soon asked and the second man nodded. "Yes. He is an Alpha and he goes by the name, Marcellus Dexter." The first man went silent then took more sips from his glass. He watched the people around him for a few more minutes. "What else did you find out about him?" He asked.

Dexter slowly lowered his phone. Victoria's final words echoed in his mind. Your father's right-hand man. He looked at Gabriel. For the first time, suspicion passed between them. Gabriel noticed it immediately. "Sir..." "Don't." Dexter's voice was quiet. "Who was my father's right-hand man six years ago?" Gabriel didn't answer. Dexter took a step toward him. "I asked you a question." Gabriel looked away. "It was Marcus." "Marcus who?"

The heavy back door opened and shut quietly just as the front oak door gave way with a violent crash. Splintered wood showered the entryway carpet. Two large, broad-shouldered men in dark coats burst into the hallway, rain dripping off their leather gloves. Behind them stood a tall, thin man with a sharp, hawk-like nose and cold, sunken eyes. He held a thick wooden cane, his dark overcoat soaked from the storm. It was Vance Global's head of private security, a ruthless former investigator named Marcus Kane. Kane stepped over the broken door frame, his cold eyes sweeping across the living room until they landed squarely on Alexander and Amelia. A thin, mean smile touched his lips.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"Because people who are rescued from terrifying abductions are usually deeply depressed. They are trapped in severe trauma and are terrified of their own shadows. But you... you seem so strangely relaxed. You seem so completely unharmed that I honestly highly doubt you were actually kidnapped by a monster." "Uh... he..." I stammered, completely unsure of what to say. No matter how close Lexi and I were, no matter how many dark secrets we shared, I absolutely could not tell her his name. I couldn't tell her he was a ruthless mafia boss. I couldn't tell her he was the only man whose dark presence could instantly cure my panic attacks. "See? You're completely lost in thoughts about him again!"