Novelas y relatos de Dexter Vince Masuka

"Viktor w‌il‍l h⁠ave the‍ servers uncoupled in thre⁠e. W‌e go in now. M‌arcus, you take t‍he rear servi​ce elevator​ a​nd cut t​he p⁠ower to the sub-l‍evels. Celeste, you stay in the v​ehi⁠c‌le wi‌th the security detail." "N‍o," Ce‍leste‍ s​aid, he‍r v​o‌ice small but unyiel​ding. She clo‌sed her laptop w‌ith a sharp sn​ap. Damien t⁠urned his head‍, his brow furrowing. "⁠Ce⁠leste, this isn't a boa‍rdroom. Viktor Vance is a t​raine‍d k⁠iller who has spent twenty yea​rs doing the dirty‍ work for my family's elder‌s. He has not‍h​ing left to⁠ lose."

The assassin faltered—eyes widening. “Answer—or die.” I advanced. He spat blood. “Orders. You. By morning. From the spider.” The spider. No one in my world ever called names aloud. Someone was amping the game. “Orders from whom?” My voice low, sharp. He coughed. “Dexter Webb.” No god in heaven. The name slammed into my chest. Rogue mastermind, exiled leader, twisted mind. Nothing about him was subtle. And now he was playing chess with my life.

Dexter was a weak alpha but his pack has won a few wars over the years, so he should have a few decent warriors. "So Dexter thought that by putting black ski masks on some stray dogs, I wouldn't realize he was the mastermind behind this ridiculous kidnap attempt on my mate? All it took for my boys was a good punch in the face to get you talking," I shouted, lifting the iron and slamming it down on his head. "You're not soldiers. You're dirty, filthy rogues. But what I don't get is why are you protecting Dexter? What did he promise you?" "Go ahead. Kill me, but I'll be seeing you in hell soon," he gave me a bloodied grin. "They are coming for you and that whore of yours."

He recognizes Rose's vulnerability and decides to step in, determined to diffuse the situation and protect her. With a stern expression, Dexter takes a stand, directing his words towards Alexa. He understands the unfairness of the situation and believes in treating others with fairness and compassion. Dexter implores Alexa to do the right thing, urging her to return the notebook to Rose. However, Alexa's smirk and defiant response reveal her determination to maintain her advantage.

I watched her for a moment and the protective urge in my chest felt like a physical weight because she was human and she was bruised, and she was honestly the only thing in this messed up world that made any sense to me anymore. I walked out into the main hub and saw Marcus sitting in a swivel chair with the glow of three monitors reflecting in his glasses like he was some kind of digital god, and he told me I looked like hell and that the "human experience" wasn't agreeing with my complexion. "The name," I said, ignoring his annoying jab and leaning over the desk until my shadow fell across his keyboards like a threat, "Dante Moretti, and I want you to tell me everything about the Zurich co

"Buddy, you ready for war." "I am always reading to kill, maim and destroy." "Good, we need to get those kids back." With Dexter in partial control, we headed downstairs. Giving Dexter even partial control was never easy. He had zero remorse, zero empathy. All he cared about was his kill count. 7,965. Two of Victoria's friends had already arrived. They were creepy as fuck. "Beta Maddox, this is lieutenant Daniel Micheals and Captain Carter Morris," Victoria spoke coldly like her soul was dead.

Ever since we've come back from Cape Town and he has been working for his uncle, has changed and has been used in a good way I just didn't expect what happened to happen today because he told me that he was attacked by Dexter and if memory serves me correct if it's the Dexter that I think he's talking about than that man is dangerous and if Dexter was attacking him for going out with his girlfriend or being his girlfriend ex then I think that; Mia is the girlfriend in question, because she has a tendency of attract hanging the worst type of characters and as much as she likes playing victim and pulling the strings. I didn't have to deal with the lord while I was on the coast and with everyth

Selene still remembers his calm expression as he chose to fight for her, even though he was clearly at a disadvantage. Selene let Saya emerge to help him, but Misch, Dexter’s wolf, wouldn’t allow her to put herself at risk. He urged her to run and get to safety. Six rogues were far too many for one wolf to handle. Even with severe, life-threatening wounds, Dexter never stopped fighting. He didn’t let a single one of them get to Selene. Despite Misch’s warnings, Saya helped finish off the last rogue attacking Dexter. But by then, it was too late to save him. The pool of blood and his deep, gaping wounds claimed his life within seconds.

We left the east wing together, the weight of everything just confessed pressing heavy between us, and had barely reached the corridor connecting back to Lucien's side of the house when Marcus reappeared, moving fast, his expression tight with urgency. "I found him," he said. "Faster than I expected." "Who is he," Lucien asked. "What name is he using inside Caleb's household." Marcus glanced at me first, something careful and hesitant in his expression, before he finally answered. "He goes by Damien," Marcus said. "Head of household security. He's been standing three feet away from Victoria at nearly every public event for the past year." The name meant nothing to me, and yet something about

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be