Dexter Vince Masuka Novels & Stories

he says. Funny?! How odd, he's the only one who calls Dexter funny. At this moment I instantly know that the man before us is anything but good. "I can see Linda is not your companion this year, but most shockingly, I didn't expect your Luna to be a human," he says. Dexter sighs and suddenly turns to me, "Vida, meet Alpha Eldric and his Mate and Luna Sasha," Dexter introduces me with great detest. Unlike the others, as I stretch out my hand towards this man for a hand shake, he pulls on tightly to my hand. I try to resist but his strength is not match as he turns the back of my palm for a kiss.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

When they reached the bank, the scene was already set. Three figures stood near the water’s edge. All masked. All armed. One in the center held a device—small, glowing blue, a signal receiver for the drone overhead. There was no sign of Rosa. That was expected. The Vitale crew never gave anything before it was paid for. Alessio stepped out first. Tomaso pulled Marquez from the back, shoving him forward, letting him fall to his knees in the dirt like an offering placed before a silent god.

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic.

According to Dushanbe, Maika was a high-ranking member of La Corona Nera and could provide the information Antonio needed. Antonio stood in a dark spot, his hand resting steadily on his gun. He didn’t trust Dushanbe that much but had hopes he won’t betray him, and besides it’s not like he had other options. Time was running fast and all he could think about was Marco's ultimatum. The thoughts covered him like a thick blanket suffocating him within. Maika arrived exactly at the agreed time, he was a tall, lean, and mean-looking man. He wore a long coat and a hat pulled low over his face, he moved cautiously as he approached Antonio like he didn’t trust him too.

Marcus stood waiting near the end of the corridor, arms folded, eyes sharp. “He talked?” he asked. I gave a tight nod. “Just enough.” “The black ring and dragon tattoo?” “Yeah.” I looked at Marcus. “Find every known criminal, agent, mercenary, and ghost in the underground with a dragon tattoo and a black ring. I want a list by tonight.” “Yes, sir.” “And Marcus—” I added, stopping as I reached him. “Double the security. If this masked bastard is watching, he’ll know Damon’s alive. And he’ll want him dead before he says too much.”

Two people tearing each other’s worlds apart just because I couldn’t agree on where I belonged? Outside, the scene was a fucking nightmare. The eastern wall was barely holding. Warriors clashed with Whitney’s soldiers, hers were in black, masks covering their faces, trained like they’d prepared for this for years. This wasn’t a desperate rescue. This was an orchestrated attack. And in the middle of it all was Dexter. He was shirtless, his body covered in sweat and blood, his wolf eyes glowing even in his human form. His claws were out, and when he turned, slicing a rogue clean across the chest, his eyes locked with mine.

“Jealous? Of you? Please. I’m just watching the show. And it’s getting good. Marisol’s cracking. You’re cracking. He’s injecting himself into oblivion every morning like clockwork. Soon he won’t remember your name… Vincenzo is a puppet…. And doctor wicked and Lord Lucifer will turn him to something you can’t identify… Aurora eyes widen grabbing every words…. Every sentence….. Now…. It makes sense They are using him….. Fuvk!!!! Aurora’s hand shot out—fast—grabbing Sasha’s wrist. Hard. Sasha yanked her arm free, rubbing the red mark. He’s a weapon. But weapons can be turned……Aurora whispered Turn into what? She walked past Sasha without another word. ***** ****Eveninh**** Vincenzo stood under

a scary-looking man with a rough voice greeted Vicktor. “Ishida Masayuki! How are you?” asked Vicktor. “Guys! You know Masayuki, the leader of Limiri Cosca, Masayuki, this is Vittore, the leader of Fina Cosca, Narciso and Michel,” he introduced everyone. “And this is Masayuki’s son, Yoshiro. And their consigliere, Fan Cheng.” Everyone knew everyone yet they were being polite as they were at a wake. There must not be any animosity between anyone.

Everybody is afraid of me, even the other powerful mobsters never want to mess with me. This is my life, killing, darkness, bloodshed, and fucking. I am king, The king of this hell, I am the DEVIL . Dexter my third in command called me and said that Marcus the Mexican mafia boss got away before they could reach him and that he had taken the new shipment with him. My drugs! My arms! I just couldn't understand how. Marcus was... is our worst enemy. He destroyed our warehouse in Italy. he thinks he is better than me. They think he can take me down But he is wrong.