He Will Tear Your City Down Novels & Stories

When she finished, he spoke without looking at her. “He’s planning a move.” “He thinks we’re weak.” “Good,” he said. “Let him think that. Let him come for us.” She crossed her arms. “And then what?” He turned toward her. There was no smile this time. No mask. “Then we remind him who built this city from blood.” --- ---

"I won't let them take you. I swear to God, I will burn this whole city down before I let anyone hurt you." (To be continued...)

"Terror?" "Because I knew this day would come." He looks at me, his eyes dark and unguarded. "The day you'd find out I was there. The day you'd look at me exactly the way you're looking at me now." He sets his own cup down without tasting it. "And I knew that when that day came, everything I'd built with you would collapse." "It did collapse." "I know." I walk to the window. The city is waking up below us, millions of people rushing to jobs they hate to pay bills they can’t afford. I know that math. I know the friction of it.

And then — light. A room. Filled with computers. Monitors. Weapons. "Welcome, brother." William stood in the center. Surrounded by screens. Each screen showed a city. London. Paris. Tokyo. New York. "In twenty-four hours," William said, "these cities will burn." "You're insane." "I'm free." "Free from what?" "Free from Henry. Free from his expectations. Free from his dreams." "So you're going to kill millions of people?" "I'm going to change the world."

“I mean it. I’ll rip the whole fucking city apart before I let that happen.” I tilted my head to kiss his throat. “Then let’s find our traitor, Zach. Before they try again.” Before they succeed.

"I. will not. break." A harsh laugh issued from him, low and sinister. He could sense the darkness spreading through him fully now, tethering him to a sinful compact. It was as if a shadow had been laid across his own soul, drawing him further into the depths. "I will rise from the ashes of my own ruin," he spat, as the final vestiges of the man he once was were stripped away. "And the Citadel will burn. They who abducted my daughter will go up in flames with it."

But now that it has been confirmed, for ruining Quinn, he will rip her apart, tear her to shreds, then bask in her blood. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I'll blow this whole place up! .

I would rip their empire down brick by brick, body by body. I was laying low but it ends fucking now. I am the capo dei capi! I’ll show them that.

Now it's costing me the people I care about. But this time, I’ll do more than just kill him. I’ll tear him apart and destroy everything he’s ever touched and everything he’s ever loved. I’ll dismantle his life—piece by agonizing piece—expose every dirty secret he’s buried, and burn every bridge he's built. I’ll make him beg for death… and deny him that mercy until the last sliver of his soul turns to ash. No grave. No legacy. Just a memory soaked in terror.