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I growl, struggling violently, “because you’re afraid.” The older hunter steps close enough for only me to hear. “No.Because eventually one species will wipe out the other. We simply chose to act first.” Something crashes into the back of my skull. Pain detonates behind my eyes. The forest beyond the gate spins sideways. Then there is only darkness.

His voice was firm, causing me to know that he was serious about killing me. I was about to grab the gun but he pulled the trigger first. I groaned at the pain in my chest, falling off on top of Belle. Damn it… is this my end? I heard gunshots, aiming at Paul but he ran and probably escaped. Connor was gone too on the floor. See? Bad guys always live in this situation. I held Belle’s hand as I'm slowly losing my consciousness. No… Belle… twins…

Stev hissed softly. Bella exhaled harshly. "I will not run away, Stev! I swear." Bella raised both hands. And Stev snorted, staring at Bella with a meaningful look. . . . #Hi all ... !!! Thank you very much for reading "Dangerous Man" I hope you like it and continue to follow this story until the end. don't forget to comment on this story. I love you all ♥ ️

It was a harrowing stalemate. Suddenly, a shot rang out, shattering the tension in the room. Killian screamed in agony as a bullet pierced his leg, causing him to collapse to the ground. The police had made their move, neutralizing the threat without harming Melina. She stumbled away from her captor, tears of relief streaming down her face. As Killian was apprehended once more, this time with his gunshot wound as a testament to his crimes, Melina and Dominic were finally reunited. She threw herself into his arms, holding him tightly as if afraid he might disappear again.

One by one, they fell, leaving no trace of their defiance behind. Amid the carnage, the elder tried to slip away unnoticed, disappearing into the chaos like a shadow. But Damon, driven by vengeance, hunted him down without mercy. Cornering the trembling man, Damon raised his weapon and, with cold finality, delivered a single, fatal shot to the elder's head. The sharp crack of the gunfire marked the end of the former elder, his lifeless body collapsing as silence briefly descended upon the factory, broken only by the faint crackle of smoldering debris.

Sasha was seated at one end and the journalist at another end and they both had guns on their side of the table. The game was simple, whoever was unlucky would die tonight. I had faith in Sasha but I also held my fears from showing. Sasha was scared but there was nothing I could do. She needed to save herself. It was high time she knew there was no good in this world, only varied actions on circumstantial cards life dealt us. They had thirty seconds to make their decisions or both of them would be killed by my men who had a gun pointed at them from the top of the room even though they couldn't see them but received warning shots fired next to them.

He asked wearily. “They assured me, this will be the end of it. They showed me the deleted files,” she said with a smile. “No, mother. I don't think they're ever gonna stop! They'll keep coming for more, I've seen this before and I know how it'll end,” he cried. “No, Ryker! Those are only in the movies. This will end, okay? They won't come for more,” she assured him. “And if they do? Where do we get more money to feed them?” He asked.

Zacky didn’t hesitate and fired. Henrique’s body was thrown backward. The revolver slipped from his hand and fell a few meters ahead. The horse, frightened, reared, took a few chaotic steps backward, and stepping incorrectly on loose stones along the embankment, slipped. In seconds, man and horse tumbled down the slope. Absolute silence. Thomas dismounted, legs trembling, approaching cautiously. "It’s over…" Zacky murmured, dismounting as well. "The evil ends here." They heard sirens approaching along the dirt road. Zacky closed his eyes for a moment, chest heavy but conscience clear.

Then he was gone. And that was the last calm moment of the evening, Before the explosion and the chaos that followed. ··•·•·•·· "No Caleb, nooo!" I cried out, struggling as they held me from behind, forcibly dragging me out of the ruined hall. That was the end of Caleb. Outside was chaos in another way. Sirens screamed, and flashing red and blue lights cut through the smoke pouring out of the building. Broken glass covered the ground, along with lost shoes and people lying still.

Ethan leaned back on the sofa with the air of a rightful partner, studying me as though he were the one in command. It was as if I were the intruder in the relationship. My hope of sharing one final private meal with Clara and parting on decent terms dissolved completely. I did not want to humiliate myself any further. “Forget it.”