Dexter Vince Masuka 소설 & 이야기

"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.

He almost laughed at her remark yet he kept his composure. The nerve of this woman. He dares to speak in such a way to the mafia boss himself? She's brave yet her bravery can get her killed if she was anyone else. But she was not just anyone, she is Keisha Lexington. Eros might be the mafia boss that everyone fears but Keisha is the assassin that fears no one. "What do you know? You only got here a moment ago." He paused. "Take her away for interrogation." A man wearing black appeared out of nowhere and dragged the maid out of the mansion. Her screams echoed until it all faded.

“Get up!” Dexter, sensing his advantage, pressed the attack. He circled Marcus like a predator, his eyes glinting with malice. I could see the arrogance in his posture, the way he relished the power he wielded. Each growl echoed in the arena, a reminder of his dominance. Marcus, though wounded, fought back with all his might. He lunged at Dexter, teeth snapping dangerously close, but was met with a swift kick that sent him crashing against the ground again. The crowd roared, some cheering for Dexter, some pleading for Marcus to make a comeback.

Mason noticed no one dared approach him to challenge or curse at his face; perhaps it was because of Dexter's presence. “So,” Dexter said, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “what’s your deal with Draven?” Mason shifted his gaze to Dexter. “What?” Dexter smirked. “Come on, Mason. You looked like you saw a ghost when he showed up that day. And he looked ready to rip my head off just for standing next to you.” Mason halted his track, his heart racing. “That isn't what it looked like.” Dexter stayed quiet for a moment before nodding. “Alright. I just hope you won't avoid me from now on. I have no bad intentions toward you, Mason. If I did, I wouldn't have been trying this hard.”

Spainal yelled at all of us as he video chat the group. "We tried but he left before_" "Vendetta I don't know you've become so weak to have been chasing a guy in a club instead of tracking down our new suspect"he shun me off and I stare Tessa. She did this?.But why? "I'm sorry but Tessa can't help with the mission she is coming back" "But why sir" "I don't want to hear anything from you case dismissed"he end the call and we all let out a sigh.

Several men dressed in expensive suits sat around the long table discussing among themselves before immediately standing up the second Dexter entered. “Mr. El Camino.” One of them smiled stretching his hand out. “Finally.” “My apologies for keeping you waiting.” Dexter shook his hand calmly. One of the biggest investors in Vegas. The older man laughed lightly. “No problem at all.” His eyes shifted toward me. “This is my assistant,” Dexter said before I could speak. I gave a polite nod. “Mia Roberts sir.” “Hmmm, nice to meet you young lady.” “You too sir,” I replied. “I see you are among the lucky ones working with this fine man here.” He smiled at Dexter.

I don't remember him from the clubhouse, though. Moon is seated two chairs down at the head of the table with Mak on his other side. Neither appears happy, but with Moon it's hard to tell. I get the impression he seldom smiles. It makes him more intimidating. Hell, he runs a crime syndicate, which means he is as intimidating as one can possibly be. Alex leads me to the chair next to Mak so I'm across from the stranger. I sit down and Alex takes the chair next to mine. He releases my hand and rests his on my thigh; his fingers clench slightly and I have the strangest feeling that he's silently trying to tell me something. "Celina, this is Dax Montgomery."

FROM her hiding place, Sasha watched Dexter enter the gate of his house. She just made sure the area was free of enemies before deciding to go back to where she lived. Dexter turned around when he felt that no one was watching his back anymore. Even though he couldn't see anyone, he had a strong feeling that someone was watching him from afar. He just didn't want to alert that person. Dexter calls his detective friend to investigate what's going on. "I'm going there now, I'll accompany you first because it looks like Jenny isn't the only target of those following you earlier." Micko answered Dexter.

Rex asked. Sable sat in the front seat. Her back was to us. "To the truth." "What truth?" She turned. Her face was hard. "The truth about Marcus. About Anna. About the program. About everything." I leaned forward. "Then tell us." She was quiet for a moment. "Marcus was not just a scientist. He was a father. A husband. A friend. He loved Anna. He loved you. He loved me." "What happened to him?" "Dante happened. Dante wanted the program. The money. The power. Marcus said no. So Dante killed him."

Dax, his heart still racing from the encounter, took a moment to collect himself. The arrow, a chilling symbol of the looming threat, remained embedded in the ground, a stark reminder of the danger he faced. Determination hardened his gaze as he vowed to uncover the truth behind Damien's masked appearance and cryptic words. Summoning his pack, Dax shared the details of the encounter, urging his loyal companions to stay vigilant and prepare for any future confrontations. Together, they scoured the area for clues, searching for any traces that might lead them to Damien's true identity and motives.