Inferno Max Hastings Novels & Stories

As his screaming emptied into the night sky, the howling of the hound dogs merged and dispersed into the spectacle. The silhouette with the shotgun was Maximus Hassien, brother of the notorious mafia lord Don Isagise Hassien. Their blood bond was poisonous. Maximus was the more rational of the two. He was always cleaning up his brother’s mess. Like this one. The eight nameless men were sent by the unknown Mr. Chaplain, who had bad blood with the myth of El Moruno, the mafia boss.

" hey, hey Stella, Stella how.. How did you run away from your house? How did you manage to run away? " " I... He... I just..." With a last blink of her lashes she took a grasping breath and passed out. " Damnn ittttt!!!! " Max threw away the machine from the table in frustration while he consumed himself thinking. She could help them intrude the tight Security of Lucifer Miller and help him get killed! To be continued...

She was locked in a room, the heavy click of the door echoing like a death sentence. And then—*that voice.* Cold, smooth, dripping with malice. “We meet again, Dysis,” it said, each word sharp as a blade. “I’ve been waiting for you for so…. long.” Max Carter. The realization hit her like ice water, freezing her veins, drowning her in dread. She was in his hands now. Her mind screamed for escape, but her body froze. Max Carter—ruthless, merciless, and far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. He was the storm on the horizon, and Dysis had no idea if she’d survive the tempest.

This wasn’t how I imagined things turning out—not like this. While traveling, my hands trembled as I dialed Dante. “I’m on my way back! I got a ticket to Bryston City. Have you seen Maximus?” he asked, his voice rushed and worried. “Dante…” my voice cracked, “I found Maximus unconscious on his office floor,” I told him everything I had seen. The only thing I was thankful for was my urgency to see Maximus. Things could’ve been so much worse if we hadn’t arrived when we did!

A jagged, brutal scar ran from his temple down to his jaw—a white, puckered ravine of ruined flesh that marred the perfection I had memorized in the portraits. "G-giddeon..." The name was a sacrilege, a sob caught in my throat. "Giddeon Hudson. You’re... you’re supposed to be dead. The crash... the funeral... I stood at your memorial." He let out a short, dry scoff that sounded like grinding stones. "Giddeon Hudson died in that fire, betrayed by the very blood that was supposed to protect him," he said, the scar on his face twitching. "Maxwell Romanov is the man who crawled out of the wreckage. Giddeon was a fool who loved a faithless wife and a greedy son. Maxwell is the man who waited year

Turning to Brie, he added, “My Lady, my name is Maxim Daws. I’m an officer of the Wing Corps, formerly assigned to Commander Puc’s surveillance team. My duty was to keep the squad safe. I have the ability of a ghost and experience dealing with magic. I am also Stryker’s cousin. It is an honor to be chosen to protect the new royal.” Brie inclined her head approvingly. “What do people call you?” “Most simply call me Max, my Lady,” he replied, bowing again. She smiled. “And what did Puc say when he learned you were leaving his team?” Her eyes twinkled with amusement. Max’s face twisted with horror. “With respect, my Lady, I’d rather not repeat his words.” Laughter rippled through the chamber. “

Hawks sat among them, making them a count of seven angry men. “Who are you?” Vanthel asked. “My name is Max,” I said. “Brother to the late Omega Elizabeth Patterson.” “Should that excite us?” “It should,” I said. “Because I just came from Corato’s house. I know their plan.” The room shifted. Whispers. Nods. Recognition. “I just learned you’re our ally,” Calitus said. “I’m sorry for your loss. Your sister was full of life.” “And Jason cut it short,” I spat. “That’s why I am here. He’s escaped death too many times. Tonight, I want to see him buried.”

Max was not much stronger than an ant in face of this mysterious man. Max was still spitting blood from his mouth as he was trying to catch up with the group, but it was all too late. The man had returned to the front of the group. He was followed by his entourage of four as they carried Andraste's coffin and disappeared into the distance in Max's eyes. *** At the same time, in Strego City!

Dickheads. We'd also filled Max in on everything; he was quiet for a few moments before nodding and asking what he needed to do, which Aston quickly spoke up about the security system. Max, of course, didn't utter a single complaint. I always appreciated him; he was probably the best gamma in the history of this pack.

And though she halted immediately, it was too late to turn back. Ethan shook from head to toe when he turned around and saw Alethia halted at the stairs, staring at him like the disgust he already felt for himself. The sex was good though he'd had it with half his soul and half his body. But it was worth it because Emily had combusted thrice, and since it relieved her of some stress, she was fast asleep in bed before he came out with the purpose of refueling with some water.