Dexter Vince Masuka Novels & Stories

A rock in the distance shattered on the spot. "Wait! You're Felix Zeller, aren't you?" This man knew Felix? Felix panicked even more. How could this man know him? That was impossible! "Don't worry, I'm Dickson Marlow—deputy chief of Harmony Clinic." Oh, so he was from the Harmony Clinic. Felix instantly felt relief. "Greetings, Deputy Chief!" Dickson waved him off dismissively with a smile. "You really surprised me! Although the Skeletal Demon was injured, he isn't someone a Physical Refinement Realm martial artist could handle. Yet, based on the destruction around here, you managed to fight him for several minutes!

nickname was inspired by Marcus's dual-colored hair—black and gray, which is often a distinctive feature of the owl's color. "Do you think you can just finish him off once you know who shot Kenzo?" Damian let out a short, annoyed laugh. "Victor said to arrest and interrogate until we get enough information out of him. Marcus, Kenzo was killed by three people. We already know the identities of two of them, and they're Victor's personal playthings. And what about you? All I was asked to do was make the arrest, not take the man's life! You idiot!"

He seemed lost in thoughts, unaware of Masson's presence. Masson knew he had to act quickly. He grabbed a nearby towel and soaked it in chloroform, a substance he always kept handy for situations like these. With a steady hand, he approached Marcus from behind and pressed the towel against his mouth and nose. Marcus struggled for a moment, his eyes widening in realization, but the chloroform quickly took effect. His body went limp, and Masson gently lowered him to the floor, making sure not to make any noise that could attract attention.

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

“It’s just a birthmark.” He leaned closer, his voice quieter now. “It’s not just a birthmark. It’s his.” “No.” “Vincent Vescari has the exact same one. Same shape. Same place.” I stared at him, still trembling. “You’re lying.” “I’m not. I was in Vescari’s resort to collect intel for a rival syndicate one year ago. He was swimming. I saw it clear as day.” “That means nothing.” “It means everything. You think genetics don’t leave marks?” Misha pulled out his phone with his bloody lip still curled in frustration. He tapped a few times, then shoved the screen in her face.

S-V-017 He stared at it for a long moment. The number still bothered him. It felt close to the truth somehow. But he hadn’t connected the final pieces yet. Victor leaned back in his chair again. If Damian and Evelyn were investigating Aurora together… Then the truth would eventually surface. And when it did— Victor needed to know before anyone else. His fingers moved across the keyboard. Another window opened. A private contact list. One name appeared at the top. Marcus Vale — Investigations Marcus Vale had once been one of the best corporate intelligence operatives in the country before transitioning into private investigative work.

“Who helped him?” Pablo chuckled, shaking his head as if she were a naïve child. “Drake de Marco doesn’t bow to anyone.” His smile sharpened. “Now that he’s free, you’re already too late.” A muscle ticked in Massimo’s jaw as he leaned down, lowering his voice to a deadly rasp. “I will tear apart every one apart, burn down all their operations. You, Donatello and De Marco will know you all lost to me. Maria's dead! You're next!"

And they cut the call. "Did you know who kidnapped your son?" Ethan's voice came from behind her and she tensed. "A criminal, Andrew's enemy." She said rather angrily as she turned to face him. "That man wasn't Andrew's enemy until Andrew killed that motherfucker John." Ethan said. Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?" She inquired in a small voice. "The one who kidnapped Lucas was John's fucking brother Serrano. He wants Vengeance for his brother's death. He wasn't any mafia enemy." All of a sudden she stopped breathing.

Seth chuckles, "Alright, why don't you tell us what's happening now, first, let's introduce ourselves. I'm Seth, the tall one with blond hair and weird earrings is my man Nixon, the Japanese dude is Tsukiyama, the Japanese girl is Hinata, and the Half-Indian chick is Citlali, what's your name?" "Masahiko Kobayashi." "Nice to meet you Masahiko, so can you explain to me what's going on because blonde boy there," Seth points at the injured Vincent, "He sure as hell can't tell us, so why don't you?" Masahiko sighs, "We were hired by the Mafia to kill anyone related to the bag since they thought that Vincent here and his comrades would keep the gold all to themselves, and it looks like they were

"A girl dressed like this is looking for a sponsor. Let’s see what’s under this–” Before Marcus could finish, a massive, scarred hand clamped around his wrist. A loud crunch echoed over the music as his bone cracked. Marcus let out a high-pitched shriek, his grip leaving from my skin as he was forced down to his knees. "You're making a mess of my tile, Marcus," a deep growl came. Dante. He stood over us, his tailored suit immaculate, but his grey eyes flashing with an unhinged fury. Two security guards stood behind him, their hands resting on their holstered firearms. Dante was the exiled son of the Marchetti empire, yet he commanded his territory within the Famiglia.