He Will Tear Your City Down Novels & Stories

But he wasn’t even looking at her. “Now you have no one,” he announced past the several sharp screams that came from around them, and the thread of anger multiplied in his voice, strand by strand. He sounded as if he were the one slighted, as if he hadn’t just slain a man in cold blood for no reason at all like a mindless beast. “I suggest someone take his place before I decide it would be a better idea to raze this city and burn everyone in it to ash and dust. Or is that what you all want?”

“But it’s just the beginning. We won’t stop until the city is truly ours, until we’ve built something that can’t be torn down.” Together, they stood in the heart of their empire, ready to take the city to a new era, one that would bear their mark, no matter the cost.

"You will be forgotten, Burnley. You and what you stood for. As we are speaking, my men are already picking up the Ironsides wherever they are. I have more than enough eyes and ears in the streets than you can imagine. Finding your petty cartel was never a problem. "I will make sure they are obliterated from the face of the earth. You all will be forgotten. But I will remain. Just like I have always have" he said with a tone of finality. "It is set in stone, my friend" he added and let go of the Mayor's jaw. He gently walked away from him.

"I’m not your achievement, you arrogant prick. I’m the man who’s going to put a bullet in your 'design'." "And then what?" the Architect challenged, his voice rising with a sudden, manic intensity. "You kill me, and the servers I’ve spent thirty years building will trigger a global purge. The Council’s bank accounts, the Moretti ledgers, the shipping manifests—it all vanishes. The city will descend into a chaos you can't imagine. You'll be the king of a graveyard." I looked at the monitors, then at the man who thought he could bargain with blood. I realized then that he wasn't a god. He was just a man who was terrified of being irrelevant.

"You can't mean that." "Can't I?" His smile was predatory. "I'll make sure you never get a job in this city again. I'll ruin your family's business so thoroughly that your father will lose everything he's worked for. I'll ensure your mother loses her health insurance, her cancer treatments, everything." "Adrian, please.." "I'll make you homeless, penniless, and friendless," he continued relentlessly. "I'll destroy everyone you've ever cared about, and then I'll take the baby anyway. I have the money, the lawyers, the connections. You have nothing."

The touch was impersonal and terrifying. “The person who threatens this legacy—and by extension, threatens the fifty thousand jobs that rely on our success—will find themselves standing on an empty foundation,” he continued, his voice heavy with the certainty of his own power. “I will not simply cut them off. I will hunt them down. I will dismantle their career, liquidate their assets, and ensure their name becomes synonymous with failure and disgrace.”

He says his eyes narrowing on mine like he’s trying to see if I have any plans in place. I raise my chin, and hold his stare. “I’d think really hard before you waste your army on mine.” I tell him, and his head tilts. “I’m not wasting anything.” He growls, and I smirk. “You are, because even if you win, we’ll take out a good portion of people, and then you’ll have less people to protect you.” I tell him and he scoffs out a laugh. “I’ll rebuild.” He tells me, as if the lives he’d be losing mean nothing.

What are you going to do about it? "I'll destroy you!"

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*