Novel & Cerita Falco Aot

His concentration was completely occupied by finding ways to defend the others and pushing the horde away from other members. "Kill it…" Agenor uttered, Falco jumped back and lopped off the targeted Malaka's head, squirming on the ground. As soon as Falco gained the saturation point, he dashed back to original spot and kicked the approaching Malaka towards the other three. His burns weren't healed completely, but the saturation points from two Malakas amped his ability enough to repel them. The burden was still too much, but two more arrows appeared out of nowhere, one after the other.

Falco said, quickly looking at me with apologetic dark eyes. I swallowed the lump that leapt in my throat as Quinton, my wolf, whimpered in the back of my mind. Kaden looked at Falco with his brows raised in shock. "Dude. That's harsh." "I'm sorry. I really am," Falco paused to kick a small rock and we all watched it roll under the rhododendron. "But I'm right, and you all know it. He was rejected by an Omega from another pack just because his parents were rogues from the most sexist pack in the country, and then they decided to become members of Moon Rain."

[Why? “Nothing. Just asking.” After pouring myself a glass of water, I check my phone again. I'm waiting for another text from Dominico confirming their arrival in Florence. Where is he? Is he the one driving like last night? “Paolo, do you know the Falcos?” “The Falcos?” Paolo takes a sip of his coffee and pauses for a moment, as if he's considering his words. “They're from Umbria. They own hotels and a shipping line.” “Ah... Umbria. Have you met them?”

Royale Pack Territory United States Valentina's POV: I was given only half hour by my mate to pick my necessities and to be ready to roll to Royale Pack. The entourage of my pack seemed like insignificant infront of the entourage of the Alfa Re. Almost 20 high ranking specially trained members of Reale Lupos Forze Armate were surrounding Alfa Re and William and a convoy of 10 highly customised luxury Rolls Royce Sweptails was parked nearby.

Not even for General Skyr, for Rachel, Emily, Watson, or for your best friend. ‘Falco, are you saying-’ ‘I’m not saying that you leave them to die. I’m merely stating that you leave their protection to us because you can’t protect them while fighting at the same time. They are skilled in fighting, but even if they are Atlanteans or a sea folk, they still have their limitations. What do you say?’ ‘I say yes. Thank you, Falco.’ I smiled gratefully at him before focusing my attention on the Leviathan before us that we were following.

Falco was also a mob boss by profession, I just didn't have solid evidence to prove it. Besides, Miles trusted me to keep it all a secret. For now, I would keep it that way. I didn't want it to cause any rift between us. Our current relationship was complicated enough. Well, to me, at least. "Dude, his dad's bad news—I'm tellin' ya," Gaia warned. "Stay away from that filthy rich creep. You hear me?" ◇ Umbria, Italy Alessio and an older driver of the Falcos picked me up at the airport and drove me straight to Ricchar's estate. The drive took roughly four and half hours. Instead of admiring the picturesque scenery on the way, I napped in the backseat during much of the ride.

“Then speak fast.” Falco looked at Amaro. “I was loyal once. But Salvatore betrayed me. He promised me power, then discarded me.” Amaro stepped forward. “Why are you here?” Falco reached into his coat and pulled out a flash drive. “This has everything. Bank accounts. Safe houses. Names. It’s the final nail.” Lucia narrowed her eyes. “Why give it to us?” Falco looked at her. “Because you’re the future. Not him.”

Levi "That's not a tracking device," Falco said. I stared at him. Waited for the part where he explained why I should believe a single word coming out of his mouth. He didn't say anything for a long time. Just stood there looking at that blinking red light in Ava's hand like it was going to explain for him. "Then what is it?" Ava asked. Falco opened his mouth. Closed it. Started again. "It's—the device blocks—" He stopped. Rubbed his face with both hands. "White wolves can be tracked."