Gotham Ed Nygma นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Niya mumbled, shaking her head as if it'll some how clear away the unsettling thoughts. “Vantablack Temple,” Rina replied coolly. Niya huffed, though her heart wasn’t in the gesture. “I know what it’s called.” “One of New York’s most exclusive lounges,” Rina continued, unfazed by Niya’s tone. “Billionaires strike deals here. Mafia boys toast to blood contracts here. You don’t get in unless you’re somebody... or you know somebody.” Niya’s pulse quickened. “I knew somebody,” Rina's smirk stretched her glossy lips. “Saved a hotshot lawyer’s ass a few years ago, got him out of a domestic charge. Rode him right there,” she pointed past the glass to the left.

I locked eyes with him waiting for his lips to start moving. "It's the Gambino's. They have Gian and his men captured in New York. They want to negotiate a deal." That motherfucking Gambino family has been rubbing me the wrong way for the past few weeks now, they were like an irritating rash, but now they are starting to fuck with my money, my business, my familia. "They are still going on about us operating on their turf."

“Trust me?” I slide on behind him, my arms wrapping firmly around his waist, feeling the solid strength of him through the leather. “Unfortunately, I do.” His laugh vibrates through his chest and into mine as we pull into the chaotic flow of New York City traffic. The buildings of Lower Manhattan blur into streaks of glass and steel. These are the same streets I used to stalk when I was nothing more than a field analyst for Camelot, fueled by a singular, cold fury over Gina’s death. Now, though I’m still tracking the same monsters, running my own agency has given the hunt a different meaning.

Calm and collected, he says "I'm Konstantino Hades Marchetti Il Terzo. How do I know what? That you're a Junkie, or that Ryder Flynn, one of my worker is dead?" Constant what?, What kind of name is that? "And Mr Manchester, I'll advise you not to think of ever stepping foot in Club Blue again, I won't be there to stop Dante and his brothers from fucking you up. For your information, all drug network in New York has been taken down, and those still standing are under my jurisdiction. If you really crave your shit, you'll have to get through me, and I assure you, you definitely don't want to do that, no one lives to tell the tale."

Amos Cole was not exactly sure how reliable this man was, but had no choice but to introduce him to his Master. Amos stood in front of Mr. Wiggins and said "Master, this is Gary Manson. He is willing to assist you in your revenge against the RBG Group." Mr. Manson bowed slightly and said to Homer "Mr. Wiggins, it's a pleasure to meet you." Homer had no time for small talk. He wanted this job done and over with as soon as possible. "How much do you want to complete the job. It must not be traced back to me in any form. As soon as you have set off the explosion, you are to leave town immediately and get out of the country. "

Chapter 63 Gideon We land at Teterboro Airport at 8:00 PM, our time, but it’s 6:00 PM here in New York. It’s only two hours but added with stress, and it can feel like jet lag. We arrange for a car service to pick us up and take us to The James New York NoMad on east 29th and Madison. The rest of the world doesn’t know that this is a Packhouse in the middle of New York City. All those urban legends about wolves in New York City parks are kind of true. They are just werewolves. That’s why they don’t get caught. We pull up to The James, and we quickly unload. Alpha Flynn is waiting to meet us.

Edith is too pristine to understand all these things though her father, brothers and everyone from the family tried to make her understand. I do not understand why Shelton is after Edith. Edith is immaculate but he is a smart crook. I am more than sure that he knows about mafia connections of Allen and his son Charles Rodriguez. More than all this there is a mysterious power behind Edith that will always keep protecting her and the name of that strength is myself, Allesandro Martin.

Dobermans are Ares and Wolf, and German Shepherds are Ranger, Kevlar, and Tank. The safety and security of my home and way of life are very important to me, so having those eight dogs roam the property every hour of the day helps with my men. Dal runs back to the backyard and then goes behind the house. I put my cigarette in my mouth and reach into my pocket for a lighter. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it. There is a light breeze and the air is cool and crisp today. I've lived in New York my whole life, and I love it. I just wish this time of year wasn't so cold.

It buzzed again, then fell silent. When she finally took a look, the screen was blank. No missed calls, no messages—just a strange symbol etched into the wallpaper. A circle with four lines slicing through it like a fractured sun. She hadn’t set it. She hadn’t downloaded anything. Adrianna frowned, locked the screen, and set it aside. She never noticed the two men who slipped in through the service door. They moved like shadows—silent and deliberate, clad in black gloves and boots. Their faces were obscured behind something shiny, like glass that reflected nothing at all.

He hit the paper with his fist, and pointed to a small red circle near the center of Manhattan. "This is the Central Grid Station" Magnus explained, his eyes flashing in the yellow light. "It sits three stories beneath the main Council tower. It controls the tracking drones, the dampening magic fields, and the electronic locks on every single prison cage in the city. If we want to free our people and take the lower districts back, we cannot just fight them in the streets. We have to blind them first." I stood up from Elena’s cot and walked over to the iron table. I looked down at the lines and squares on the old map.