Dexter Vince Masuka Novels & Stories

She ended and we both erupted in quiet giggles. "Okay ladies... One cappuccino for mah lady" Tristan interrupted as he handed me my second favourite thing in the world. I moaned at the very scent of the beverage. "And one Espresso for madam smiles a lot, extra milk" He winked, handing Emily her cup. He's such a charmer. "Why thank you Detective. " Emily gushed with a blush, causing me to roll my eyes at her attempt at being subtle. Just then, a doctor appeared with a relaxed and cheerful look on his face, spiking hope in me again. "Are you here for Ms. McKenzie?" He asked, eyeing us all. I stood immediately with a curt nod.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

he paused, "—a mafia gala, something like that. All the dangerous people will be present there. He said he will invite them to make peace." "You will be there too?" I asked to which he nodded, "Yeah." I hummed before asking, "what exactly is he planning to do in that gala?" "My dad will take down Ares Salvatore, his parents and siblings and then he will kill Noah Ivanov as well as his heir—Alexia Ivanov then he will also kill Alexia's sister and step mother. In short, he is going to end both the most powerful mafia families." "It's not gonna be easy." I said to which he nodded, "Yes that is why, my dad will spike their drinks and make sure that they will drink it."

Chess with knives. She heard Vince before she saw him—a cadence inside the chaos. “Stack on me,” his voice barked from outside, crisp and low. Marco answered with a click, then a wordless grunt as someone hit the outer wall. The next second, a familiar silhouette crossed the broken doorway in a blur, and a DeLuca man dragged one of the fallen invaders off the porch by his collar. “Friendly!” Sasha shouted toward the hole where the door used to be. “Right side is ours!”

Lawrence's Pov The moment Marcus called and told me what happened at the gala, I knew things had changed, Seraphina and Damien weren't just planning Aurora's death anymore. They were actively trying to make it happen. That made them desperate and dangerous. I'd spent the night coordinating security around Aurora's house and reviewing footage from the gala. The enforcer Marcus had fought with was a professional named Viktor Kozlov. He specialized in making deaths look like accidents, and he'd worked for several organized crime families before going independent.

Chris's features hardened like forged steel, his veins pulsing with fury. "Anything left to say?" "I..." Tessa collapsed to the floor, defeated. Looking away, I turned to address the dazed doctor and incoming guards. "That's how the allergen infiltrated. Call the police." Just then, medics rolled Wesley out, his vitals stabilized. I held his warming, slumbering form, tears pricking my eyes. This time, I'd successfully protected my baby.

The man watched to his horror as the speedster doubled over to the ground and his body began to vaporise, literally, before his eyes. From one dark corner of the room, a tall figure stepped out and the man could make out that it was feminine, even though its face was concealed in some kind of dark mask and not even the eyes could be seen. The stranger walked up towards the 'evaporating' speedster who was groaning uncontrollably the entire time as his body wasted away. She stopped next to him, her heeled shoes making her tower above him before kneeling and stretching out a hand towards his head.

They quickly assumed formation, one to the right, one to the left, the remaining two dashing forward towards Vincent. Vincent stretched his arms in opposite directions. His limbs flexed and stretched out, catching the two assailants at the throat. Johan faced the 3rd one, blasting him with such heat that even Vincent’s suit got singed. Mar stood her own ground with her make-shift sabre, using her unusual strength to subdue her opponent. “You.” Vincent hissed at the assailants. “Did my brother send you?” he asked them. “Can’t he come by himself?”

Hard. I cry out as I go down, barely feeling the pain and pulling the knife from my side. But when I look up, I gasp at what I’m seeing. It’s the Luka I saw so many days ago… The Luka with long hair and no tattoos… The Luka who smells like rotten eggs. “Allow me, my old friend,” he says as he grabs Alpha Kai from behind, holding his hands behind his back. “I am a friend of your mistress, now do as she instructed - kill Kai Volkov.”

"All of you. Out of my sight. Now." Alexei bowed and moved. The maids disappeared. The room emptied in under fifteen seconds. Dimitri stood in the middle of his living room surrounded by broken glass and scattered flowers and the particular silence that followed the kind of anger that had been stored for years and had just found the smallest possible exit. He pressed the back of his hand against his mouth. Marcus Grey. Back in federal service. Building a unit. Asking questions about Dimitri's vulnerabilities. Reaching out to the president of the mafia society like a man who had a plan and was assembling the pieces of it quietly and from multiple directions simultaneously.