Novel & Cerita Isaak Sirko Dexter

Benzo asked with a suspicious glint in his eyes. “I mean! It'd be such a waste and a pity to kill her off like that!” He mumbled, his head down while i stared at him. Alistair Dexter is my second in command. After Me, He's the most feared in the whole Troup. He kills without mercy, even if it's a man, Woman or even a child. He once made a girl of 5 years old swallow a bullet only for it to explode later as a bomb. He was brutal..like me.

Hearing my word, his smirk grows bigger. After Dexter free me from the cuff he said, "good decision my dear... now let us start from my name hmm?? My name is Tim Bren, I work for the over known mafia Mikael Lenox." I scoff knowing that he turns out to be another lackey. "You act that high and mighty and yet it turns out you're nothing but a lackey huh? "

She quickly tore her eyes away from him and exited the room, shutting the door behind her. "How'd it go?" Dexter's voice startled Autumn who immediately greeted him with a glare. "Why are you here?" Autumn folded her arms, questioning Dexter. "I'm a doctor and Iris sent me worried that Maverick must have done a number on Ivan." Dexter explained as Autumn gave way for him as he hovered over the door. His hands lingered on the doorknob a cunning smirk greeting his face. "You're not so different from Iris, are you?" He coaxed, purposely to get a reaction but could only stir a provoking stare from Autumn

"Yes..." He holds his hand out to me, covered in dark leather gloves. I withhold an eye roll. Gloves are far too common in individuals not interested in finding their mates. I’ve seen Isaiah wear them in almost every public appearance he has made...He probably doesn’t want a mate, a Luna who can challenge his views. "Zire. Isaiah's second-in-command." "I didn't know Alpha's needed a second-in-command,” I murmur curiously, shaking his hand firmly.

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

Marcus sternly called out, signaling he isn't joking rigth now and that was enough to make Issac sigh as he take the phone in his hand, "Fine" Issac Harington, a level 3 profesisonal hacker and Marcus' best friend with a chocolate brown hair having a boyish look to his chiseled face. His disheleved appearnce contrasted with his best friend's appeareance but it did not make him any less handsome. With an intelligent and sharp mind, he has everything from looks to great body but he has only one flaw which annoys Marcus a hell lot. His attempts at making dad jokes are absolutely terrible. Marcus often found himself cringing at Isaac's attempts at humor, but he couldn't deny that Isaac's hacking

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“You must have crossed paths with Dr. Libby Ochumme?” Sirius gave a slim smile. “I’m afraid not.” “Dr. Larimus Lane?” “He must have been before my time.” “Ah! Well, you must know Isaac Ekaf,” she insisted. “He’s quite the athlete, as I’m sure you are.” Her magnified glasses did little to hide the eyes that roved up and down his athletic arms. “Oh!” Sirius said, a little wave of relief. “Isaac! Yes. We’ve frequented the faculty dining hall together a time or two. He’s a night owl like myself.”

But there was only one thing Isabella could think of Dexter was dead and Marco was his bitter murderer stepbrother. "Tell me he's lying! Tell me you didn't kill Maria. Tell me you didn't kill Dexter and you calling me a sweetheart was just a coincidence and not you keeping an eye on him and knowing it full well that that's what he called me" Isabella growled pulling Marco by his collar Begging him to say that all this that she had been told was a lie but he kept quite.

It is for the consequence that he faced afterward. I shudder, but I don’t feel any sympathy for ‘her’. I shudder because it must have been difficult for Clement, knowing that either he or Dyson would fade away. I take Isaac’s hands in mine and intertwine our fingers. He tugs me lightly and makes me sit on the small single bed. “How did Clement…” I purse my lips, unable to say the rest. Isaac lets out a broken sigh. “I was foolish. A fucking stupid, arrogant moron,” he curses lowly.