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Who would’ve thought that instead of talking back and forth with him, Commissioner Layla would just shot him on his knees, and then another knees effectively rendering him immobile instantly. “We Heed your order!..Master!!….Die!!..you imbecile!!!…… …”.(The Spider Assassin’s) “All unit engage!!…open fire!…subdued the criminal if you could!…if not…shoot to kill!!…”.(Sasu)

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!

Liam immediately guessed that the remaining two men were his accomplices. “When did they find them?” Liam asked. “This morning,” Spider answered. “They had run to another state in the hopes of escaping the country from there but Clark Fraser helped us nab them,” he explained and Lucas made a mental note to thank the king of the underworld for his help. Spider then dipped his hand into his pocket and he brought out a phone. “Sir, this video was found on the guard’s phone.” Lucas took the phone from Spider to watch the video. It was a recording of Daira and the deceased man who was being held down by the two accomplices. In the video Daira was upset at the man for not killing Zendaya like she

"Mr, I don't think we've met before, no?" "The name is Spider" The man said and nodded, a playful smirk on his face "You don't remember me anymore?" Diana frowned and squinted at him. She couldn't recall anyone with that name. It was just for a second she got distracted and the next moment, she felt her hands being flunged away from him forcefully, making the knife in her hand fly a few feet away and so quickly, with a speed she didn't think was possible, he brought his hands down on her, aiming to strike her on the head but Diana side stepped to the left instinctively.

And that man was not the stranger who fucked me seven ways to Sunday last night. But if I didn't have my stranger's eyes permanently ingrained into my brain, I would've sworn that it was him standing right there because they looked seriously identical. So he was definitely a sibling. This man was tall and broad, extremely so, with blonde- almost white hair- shaved close to his skull. He was putting on a black sleeve that stretched over his huge bulging shoulder and torso muscles and tight fitted black pants. He was a sight to behold, and I winced as I wondered how I looked.

"Yeah, yeah..." I sigh. Christian is just perfect. I wait for Christan while thinking about him. The way he treats me like a princess. How protective he is over me. Such an adorable human being he is. Such a-- I look at my arm where I feel something moving. "Ahh!" I scream my lungs out. A fucking spider on my arm. And not just any spider, a freakin' Tarantula. "Christian!!" At the exact same moment, Christian comes up, both pilots behind, with a fucking gun in his hand. I ignore it jumping into his arms screaming, "Kill it, kill it."

Then he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out something small. It’s Peter’s Spider-Man toy the one he never slept without. Daniel sets it right next to Peter’s pillow, beside his tiny hand. For a second, something cracks in my chest. He stays there, staring at Peter for a long time. Then, without a word, he turns around and leaves. The door clicks softly behind him. I reach for the toy, pressing it gently into Peter’s palm. “Look, baby. Daniel brought your Spider-Man. He’s here, okay? He’s watching over you.”

“Hannibal?” “Yes. The Spider.”

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.

But right now, I did know that Aspin had to die. I kicked his chest and pulled my wrist from his grasp. He tried to hold on tightly, but I twisted and kicked at his head, hoping he would let go. My foot made contact with his head and he grunted. I panted heavily, adrenaline now pumping through my veins like a heard of horses. I was hoping that when he recovered, he would be in fear. That he would see the monster I was and realize he had made a mistake. But in the end he just laughed, dark and manically. He laid out of the ground, his face in his hands. The sight was truly unsettling. I could feel the unease crawl through my body, making me itch under my uniform. This bastard was no ordinary