He Will Tear Your City Down Novels & Stories

Somebody was going to pay. And I would burn half the city to keep her breathing.

“Do you imagine that the Bratva is so easy to collapse that taking me down will end it all? Do you think the corrupt cops who’ve gotten fat off Bratva money will simply allow their livelihoods to be threatened? Do you think the brigadiers who’ve been champing at the bit for their chance to taste power will just abandon that opportunity if you remove me? Do you imagine that all you have to do is kick in the door, and the whole rotten structure will come crashing down?” “You don’t believe in this city, do you?” He levels me with a haughty glare. “You’ve never believed in it.” “I’ve seen this city in ways you never could.” I shake my head in disgust. “I’ve seen it for what it is: a dirty, twist

He would burn the world down. And then there was nothing but black.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He was going to tear this city apart, destroy everyone who had crossed him, and win his family back. No matter the cost.

"Because by the time they realize what I’ve done, there won't be a kingdom left for them to rule." The car accelerates, the city lights blurring as we pick up speed. I look at my phone. 100 percent. I hit enter. A red light blinks on the screen. Access Granted. System Override Initiated. I smile, a slow, dark, and utterly terrifying sound. The war is over. But the carnage is just beginning. I close my eyes, my breathing slowing, the performance still firmly in place. I am the architect. And tonight, I am going to tear the world down.

"You think you're big men because you know how to shoot a rival gang on a city street? Let me tell you something..." ​I pointed a finger toward the massive blueprints laid out in the center of the table. ​"The threat that is coming in thirteen days doesn't care about your reputation, or your pride. It doesn't negotiate. It doesn't run away when you fire a warning shot. When the perimeter falls, the supply lines collapse, and the entire city becomes a slaughterhouse, those high walls and underground bunkers are the only reason your wives and children won't be torn apart in their sleep."

They'd just take up space. The End

"And the grenade is the capital city of the world." I walked over to her. I pointed at the glittering lights. My spine was straight, my posture serving as armor against the dread. "That thread connects you to the core's instability. If you pull... if you feed that fracture with more Void energy... the containment field will fail completely." "And then?" "Then gravity returns," I stated. The knowledge hit my mind like a blunt impact. "The Apex falls. Ten thousand feet. Terminal velocity. The kinetic impact will be equivalent to a distinct meteor strike. It will wipe out the city, the industrial district below it, and create a shockwave that will level the Dead City ruins."

So, I guess I’ll just have to do the next best thing—bankrupt the bastards. They tried to burn my house down—I’m going to burn down the tower they’re building over on Oak Street. That will be the appetizer. The main meal will be wiping out every restaurant and nightclub under their control as well. Fantasies of the hellfire I’m going to reign down on their heads is the only thing keeping me warm while I stomp down the street in my soggy dress shoes and sopping wet suit.

Lucien’s hand twitched, like he wanted to strike or to hold her—he couldn’t decide. Finally, his voice cracked. “If anything happens to you, Catalina, there won’t be a man alive who can stop me from burning this city.” “Then burn it after,” she whispered. “But not before.” --- They moved. Through alleys that stank of urine and fried food, past dogs that growled from shadows, through the wet hiss of rain against corrugated tin. The black site loomed like a mausoleum—concrete, windowless, faceless. A city building no one looked at twice, yet it pulsed with armed life.