He Will Tear Your City Down Novels & Stories

"The difference is that now you're doing something about it." "And if it's not enough?" "Then we do more." We drove in silence for a while. The city scrolled past. The same streets I'd seen a thousand times. The same buildings. The same faces. None of it looked the same anymore. "The story's going to destroy Hart Global," I said. "The foundation. My reputation. Everything my father built." "Yes." "And Daniel?" "Daniel is going to burn." I thought about that. About the warehouse. About the photograph of my mother's hand in his. About the smile he'd given me when he said he would destroy everyone I loved.

I caught his arm before he reached the door. “What if she doesn’t have it?” I asked. “What if the second ring is gone, or hidden somewhere we’ll never find?” He stopped, back still to me. His shoulders rose and fell once, heavy. When he spoke, his voice was low and rough, almost broken. “Then I’ll burn this city down looking for it. Or I’ll rip Julian’s throat out with my hands before the clock hits zero.”

Two men. One behind iron. One pretending not to be. “You’ve caused quite a mess,” he said. “Have I?” I tilted my head. “Or did I simply remove the illusion that everything was ever stable?” His gaze hardened. “You destroyed a city.” “I improved it.” “You buried its people.” “I taught them a lesson”, I replied, maintaining a sinister smile on my face. “You stole what was not yours.” I smiled wider. “Everything becomes yours if you are strong enough to take it.”

His brow arched, like he couldn’t believe I was actually standing there, threatening him. “And when I’m done with you and your little crew,” I said, my voice dropping, cold and steady, “I’m not just going to push you out of Noah’s life. I’m going to take over your streets. I’m going to run this city better than any of you clowns ever could. And you’ll be bowing to me.” That made him laugh, like I’d told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. But then he leaned down, close enough that I could smell the cigarette smoke clinging to his hoodie and whispered.

he asked me, leaning to wipe a teardrop that escaped my eyelids. “Destroy the bastard! Bring him down to the lowest, burn his assets to the ground and take away everything he loves!”

His head snapped back, blood spurting from his nose as he crumpled further to the ground. “You don’t get to speak his name,” I hissed. He coughed, tried to laugh through the pain, but it came out as a choke. “You think... killing my men makes you strong?” I crouched again, face inches from his. My voice dropped to a dark, deliberate murmur. “No,” I said. “Strength is making you watch as I ruin you.” His breath hitched. “I’m going to scatter everything you’ve ever built,” I continued, “brick by brick, deal by deal, soldier by soldier. You’ll live to see your empire crumble… publicly, painfully, and permanently.”

"If someone took him, Matteo, I will burn this entire city to the fucking ground." I swallowed hard, a chill running down my spine. Because I knew him. And he meant it. Frankly speaking… I would do much worse. Hell would rain down on us all.

Raul had secured his first foothold. Mia’s stomach turned to ice. This is it. This is the beginning. He’s using us—using my sisters—to build his empire. And if I don’t stop him… he’ll destroy everything.

He stared at me, hatred simmering just beneath his polished surface. And then, in front of the cameras, reporters, allies, and enemies— Carl lost it. He lunged forward, yanking the mic from the podium and slamming it onto the ground. His voice rose, rough and unrestrained. “You little piece of shit, you think you can destroy me? Do you think you can tear me down with these little theatrics? Think again Ms Jefferson, You’re nothing. I built this city, brick by brick. And if you think I’m just going to sit by and watch you destroy it, you’re wrong – ” he seethed.

I asked as my hands found his hair. "I will never let that happen. And even if we lost, I will burn down the city until nothing is left standing and no stone is on top of the other. The city... unless you and I rule it, no one else can help it to see the light. I don't want you to destroy the city. I mean, if you can't have it now, we can have it later since the plans we have for it are transcendent and don't depend on the useless bottle necks of the sex. That being said, when are we going to see the lesser families?