Novel & Cerita General Zaroff The Most Dangerous Game

“It’s safer for you at his house.” “Safer from what?” “Everything,” Marco replied softly, his gaze pleading for me to understand. “Those people who were following us… the ones who sent them know where I live. It’s not safe for you there, especially if I’m not around.” Yesterday, after saying I wouldn’t regret choosing to be with Marco, I tried convincing myself that life with him wouldn’t be as smooth as a fairytale romance. Marco wasn’t a regular guy. He was a wealthy man who carried a gun, the kind of person who gets picked up by suited men and rides in luxury cars right after stepping off a plane.

You open the document and see a guy dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. His hair is devilish brown and by his body structure, you could see that the guy is in good shape. "Who is this guy?" Jack asked the manager. "He is your next mission. His name is Nicholas Romano. Nicholas is one of the most dangerous bakery magnates in town. And when I say the most dangerous, I mean the most dangerous." Till today, Nicholas has killed over 100 people, some of them belong to other Mafias, and some of them belong to his Mafia"

“No.” “I’m sure he’s fine as well as all the others.” She said. “I mean the good guys, not the bad ones.” She chuckled but I didn’t smile. “Come on, relax!” Zora said. “It’s Roman. The General. Those bad guys better watch out.” This time, I smiled. “I just wish I could go and do something instead of standing around wondering if my men and my brother’s men are alive and safe.” “You know it’s too dangerous. For all we know, this could have been intentionally set up to lure you out and harm you.” Zora swallowed. “I don’t think your fight is on the battlefield, I feel it’s behind the scenes where you mess with their heads.”

Giovanni was still dealing with Sage, the nutritious dealer who smuggles drugs and women. The best thing to do was to use Sage to find Giovanni, they were tight even before our fallout. I never liked him or any of his associates. They were all jealous of me when I became the Don. I could see through their hate but they knew that deep down, they could never contend with me. I would mess them up and have their chopped heads in my freezer, starring at me every morning when I open it. I will not stop until I find that motherfucker and when I do, I will butcher him like meat and feed it to the fishes.

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

The kind you didn’t notice until it was too late. And then there was Don Emilio Russo. Thin. Pale. Hands folded behind his back. He didn’t look like much—but Uncle J had said he was the most dangerous of all. He didn’t need muscle. He used patience. Four men. Zander’s biggest rivals. Four reasons my pulse picked up. We stopped near a tall cocktail table. A waiter appeared immediately with a silver tray, two glasses resting on it. Zander picked both up. Passed one to me. I lifted it instinctively—

he replies. I meet his gaze. “And how do you know that?” “Because the fake one doesn’t hurt,” he says softly. “She doesn’t grieve. She doesn’t bleed.” My throat tightens. “Dax,” I say carefully, “are you dangerous?” He shakes his head immediately. Too quickly. “No,” he says. “I don’t want anything from you.” “Then why stay?” He looks past me again, down the corridor, expression distant. “Because when the Game dies,” he says, “things like me won’t know where to go.”

And now that she was able to talk to him, Naomi's certain that Gonzalo is the reason why her connections are working and she's still in prison. ------------------------ Felix Zaragoza, the man responsible for more than half of the high profile assassinations, bombing, and the biggest gun smuggling and drug dealing in Spain. Felix is known in the underground world as the Boogeyman. No one who was stupid enough to cross him was able live to tell the tale. The plane from Spain arrived at the New York airport by noon. Gonzalo was there to welcome his cousin. Felix offered him a complete partnership. When Gonzalo's mother died, he decided to accept his uncle's offer to take offer his mother's mo

Pedro ordered, and the man nodded with a bow. “And boss, something happened,” the man said hesitantly when Pedro was about to walk back upstairs. “Did something happen?” Pedro asked suspiciously. “It's about well… Mr. Zane tried a murder attempt against Mr. Alfredo Garcia” the man finally said nervously, “Punish him the right way…” Pedro said and made his way to the stairs. Zane was insane to attempt something without asking for permission. Pedro reached Olivia's bedroom door just in time to change her bandages.

It looked like a tiny concert hall packed full, and Zane was apparently the star performer of the evening. "Come now Lad, friends shouldn't be so shy!" Suddenly a door somewhere off to the side blocked from view opened. The men closest all part allowing a single man through who was buttoning up a suit far nicer than his own. It was the very man he was sent to kill by Jefferson. "I don't recall having any friends who're Thomas Puppets." Zane immediately recognized he was in danger and reached for his holstered pistol. !!! 'WHERE THE FUCK'S MY GUN!' Zane screamed inside his head and began sweating profusely. He looked over to find one of the giant men who had picked him up was whistling and l