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We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

Damon stabbed him in the mouth immediately and I gasped in shock. Blood poured from his mouth sharply. "I won't ask again. Who hired you to hurt my woman?" Jacks spat out blood the stole the knife from Damon "I'd rather die than endure a Mafias torture" then he stabbed his throat. Blood oozed out and I closed my eyes at the scene. The other men where already begging. "Please spare us sir" Damon was faced them. "Sir please...we had no idea who hired Jacks he is our boss and we just obey his orders"

As he plops down in the chair next to Misha, leaving Tatyana standing, I am reminded of his lack of gentlemanly conduct. His legs are splayed wide open, a clear indication of his lack of class. I sit up straighter in my chair, ready to listen. “Continue.” “Uncle Bogun wants revenge on Bobby Vincenzio for his role in the Velvet Handcuffs raid. He wants Bobby dead.”

"What the hell are you guys doing there instead of helping with the unloading?" One of the men came running to me and explained, "Boss, those motherfuckers lent 60k from us and haven't returned it yet. We managed to catch them tonight while they were planning to steal a few boxes from us." "So you are beating them to death? How is this a solution?" I questioned, and he hung his head in shame. "Give them some permanent damage for trying to screw us. Chop off a few fingers or toes, you idiot." His face glowed as he exclaimed, "Got it, Boss," and ran back to his group to inform them of my order. Those two culprits cried out in protest as my men brought out their knives.

But their plan backfired when they realized that they had struck the wrong person; the one whom the boss had strictly warned them not to harm. In a state of panic, they threw both Steve and Jeremy in the middle of the road, leaving them to fend for themselves. "If the boss finds out, we will not be alive," one of them muttered, his eyes darting around nervously. His companion's face twisted in confusion. "Why are you scared of him? He is not the real boss," he said, trying to reassure his friend. But the first man shook his head, his voice low and urgent. "Don't you know? Our boss is loyal to this kid who gave us the order. Even if our boss has a lot of power, he listens to every word this k

Gary nodded quickly, unlike Artin who did not think their boss needed to go out with bullets, not that he feared their boss getting hurt but it had been a long Joshua didn't shade blood and that was not something he wanted either. Immediately an idea got into Artin’s head and he interrupted Joshua as stepping forward, “Boss.” Joshua halted his steps and turned around with narrowed eyes at the man, who seemed determined to ruin his mood further. Artin shook a little when the fireballs hurled at him, but then it was better than their boss walking down the path of blood and revenge. And it was absolute that Benjamin was the one who poked him because it had been a long both of the Mafia wanted t

"That's the way the boss wants it. They'll never be able to sort out which bullet killed who. On my mark—three, two, one." The silenced shots sounded like a series of muffled puffs of air. When they stopped, the man who'd spoken before said, "Let's get the pictures so we've got our proof. The boss was pissed we missed before. He's waiting outside for us to finish. These people could blow everything wide open." Someone flipped on the bedroom light and Gabe heard a string of curses. "What the fuck? What's going on here?" "Shit. What is this?" "The booby prize gentlemen." Gabe stepped in and pressed his gun to the leader's head. "Randy? I think we want to immobilize our guests, turn off the lig

I said, “and please, be honest with me.” The bastard shit me a death glare. “Do you work with the Crow?” Bingo. He snarled and lunged for his gun. I shot him, the bullet tearing through his shoulder. “I guess you are one. After all, you got promoted recently, after the new boss was put in place. Your club is getting destroyed, all the men you know murdered and your wives would have to hold a mass burial for you tomorrow. Please make it worth my whole. Tell me who the crow is.”

“But I’m trying to find out. The latest news I have for you is that Billy De Mello is dead. The one who caused us to lose millions.” “He didn’t cause us to lose millions! Your boss caused us to lose billions of dollars. Billy was doing an excellent job until Sebastian interfered with his moral lessons.” “But he was exposing teenagers to drugs!” Don Yoon said. “That’s not our concern!” she said firmly. “Anyway, do you have any more information for me?” “I don’t know if it matters to you, but boss told us to hire more gunmen.” “And why is that?” “Perhaps this city is on the brink of a violent upheaval?” Do Yoon contemplated.